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For anyone trying to overcome hard stuff.

I’m Rob Nunnery. I’ve won 19 pro pickleball titles and I also live with Crohn’s and a colostomy. The newsletter gets sent 3x per week. Monday/Wednesday/Friday. Whether you follow me from pickleball or because you live with an ostomy or IBD, this newsletter is about using sport as the lens for lessons in life.

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Feel Good Friday – Building, healing, and a World Cup stoma story

Feel Good Friday – First Edition Hi friend, The world feels heavy right now. Headlines are loud, often dark, and easy to doomscroll. I want this newsletter to be the opposite. Every Friday I will share five good things happening. From projects with momentum, stories of progress, to reasons for optimism. Here is the first one. 1. Ostowear is getting real My first Ostowear sample belts are landing in Manila this weekend or early next week. Three factories, three designs. One supplier in Wuhan...

Hi friend, Our very first Wednesday Experiment Log. I'm figuring this out as I go, so be gentle... I’m staying at a friend’s condo in BGC on the 50th floor. Every morning I look out and see mountains covered in clouds. It makes me want to hike, but so far the only exploring I’ve done is down the elevator into the mall. The building connects straight into Uniqlo, which worked out since I basically traveled with nothing but ostomy bags. Priorities. BGC is polished. It feels like a high-end U.S....

Bag & Paddle Lessons from the court, for life A quick note before we dive in This is kind of a relaunch of my newsletter. From here on out, you’ll see me in your inbox three times a week. Monday Match Lesson – a story from the court that carries a lesson for life, business, or recovery. Wednesday Experiment Log – things I’m testing in real time, from health tools to travel hacks to pickle strategies. Friday Five – one quote, one tool, one behind-the-scenes note, one mindset shift, and one...

I'm sorry it's been a minute. There's been a lot happening, and I'm ready to unpack it with you. I’m sitting in Bangkok airport after my last flight from Tokyo Haneda with two bags. A backpack and a roller bag. The roller is mostly ostomy supplies. Pouches, seals, powders, adhesive remover, gauze. That’s what travel looks like for me now. It feels normal at this point, but sometimes I stop and think about how wild it is. This is my life after three years of fistulas, abscesses, surgeries, and...

Hi there, I'm alive, sorry for the absence. I resumed our daily read this morning about a monk who watched a dragonfly dance restlessly around a pond. The dragonfly never landed. Always in motion, always chasing. Until one day, it finally stopped on a lily pad and found stillness. That’s been me these last couple months. Six or seven weeks of constant travel, events, motion. And then finally landing back in Ponte Vedra. I’d like to say the pause has felt peaceful. It hasn’t. It’s been filled...

Hi there, Last night was rough. I woke up at 1 a.m. with stomach issues, fistula pain in my bottom, and no real way to get comfortable again. Frustrating. I’ve got Mayo Clinic on Monday, so at least the timing lines up. But still, nights like that wear on me. Because I'm also so tired. Being at the United Ostomy Conference has been an interesting contrast. It’s the first time I’ve been around other people with ostomies. In a way, it’s comforting to realize you’re not alone. Everyone here has...

Hi there, Day two at the ostomy conference. Large groups aren’t my thing. I like smaller group settings where it's easier to connect. I came here solo so I’d have no choice but to push myself into conversations. And I haven't been great about it. But, I’ve done it before so I know I can do it! The first time I left the country was at 20, flying to Beijing without knowing a single person. I didn’t speak the language. I wasn’t afraid to talk to anyone, I felt fearless. Somewhere along the way...

Hi there, Yesterday was the last leg into Orlando after a long run of travel. Dumped my bags at the hotel, finally did laundry for the first time since England. Which means some of it dated back to India. Disgusting, I know. Went to the gym. Ordered food. Took a big dose of NyQuil and finally slept hard for the first time in a while. Today kicks off the United Ostomy Association of America national conference. First time since surgery that I’m in a room full of people with bags. Until now,...

Hi there, BOGO special today since I missed yesterday. The past two days’ chapters lined up well. The wave and the shore story was about giving without keeping score. The wave offers shells because that is its nature. In giving, it receives. It is renewed by the act itself. The butterfly and the wind chapter was about resistance being the thing that makes you stronger. The wind was not the butterfly’s enemy. It was its training partner. Remove the wind and you remove the growth. Together,...

Yesterday started fine. We got through the quarterfinals, closer than it should have been, but we closed it out 11-1 in the third. Then in the semis, Aiden Schenk and Clayton Powell just steamrolled us. Credit to them, they played well. But the score isn’t the story. After the first game of the quarters, I could feel my bag filling. And it didn’t stop. All day, constant output. The outer seal had completely lifted, which meant the inner ring was living on borrowed time. Once moisture gets in...