The month of May always seems to be one of the busiest months of the year here in the Pace home. As I look at the full calendar ahead of us, I am already wondering if it's possible to slow down and simplify life.
Our kids are in the thick of it all, which means...
A couple weeks ago, our 14-year-old boy, Traycen, was asked to share a short message with our church congregation. It would only need to be four or five minutes long. But to a 14-year-old boy, talking for five minutes straight can be near impossible to...
As you try to have more balance in your life with your goals, family, work, and everything in between, it’s easy to feel overwhelmed, like there just aren’t enough hours in the day. But he...
I am absolutely mesmerized by Bob Ross. I could watch him for hours! While watching him, I know my Garmin watch would tell me that I had zero stress in my life. Aside from the incredible paintings that he brings out in every canvas, his words and voice are extremely therapeutic.
If you h...
Over the years, I’ve had a handful of people ask me if the sport of skeleton is simply a race of chance, not realizing how much effort it takes to find your balance point—both physically and mentally.
“Do you even do anything on your sled? Or do you just lie there?”
To be completely honest, I’...
"Come on Noelle. Youve got to pick yourself up." I was six years old and learning how to snow ski, when these words ran through my head. As a young girl, I was about to discover something very profound.
Following a massive, typical crash wh...
Imagine a life without change.
If you were frozen in time, at this moment, what would that look like?
If you couldn’t decline or improve in any way, would you like it?
If you’re unsure how you feel about it, imagine watching an endless football game an...
People always ask me what it takes to become an Olympic skeleton athlete. At the heart of being a great skeleton athlete, it requires the ability to think ahead.
Skeleton is a precision sport. Every movement, every breath exhaled, and every pi...
It was the championship softball game, and I was 13 years old—struggling with eliminating distractions as the crowd roared and the pressure mounted. The late July sun beat down on the infield as sweat dripped down my forehead. Our team was ahead by one point.
