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Title: Pickleball and Pizzazz: Aging Gracefully with a Side of Fitness Fun!


Hello, lovely ladies of the Booby Gazette community! Brigitte Lessard here, your spirited guide from SPORTSBRAS.CA, ready to dish out some wisdom on aging gracefully while keeping the fitness vibe fun and fabulous.


So, let's rewind a bit, shall we? Picture this: I, the fearless owner of SPORTSBRAS.CA, decided to take on a challenge thrown down by our resident fitness guru. The task? To gracefully lay down on my back, pop back up, then repeat the process on my front. Sounds easy-peasy, right? Wrong! As someone who used to zip around the tennis court like a pro and even earned a ranking in Alberta at the tender age of 35, and let's not forget my 20+ years of hockey glory, this little test was definitely an eye-opener.


But fear not, my friends, for every stumble comes an opportunity for a triumphant comeback. Enter pickleball – my latest obsession and saving grace! Now, you might be wondering, "Pickleball? Really?" Oh, yes! This quirky, paddle-wielding sport has become my secret weapon in the ongoing battle against Father Time. Not only does it keep me on my toes (quite literally), but it also injects a healthy dose of excitement into my routine. And with my ENELL keeping the “girls” in check, I am ready for a big comeback!


But let's get one thing straight – aging gracefully isn't about clinging to past glories or chasing after unattainable fitness goals. It's about embracing the journey, wrinkles and all, and discovering what sets your soul on fire. Whether you're rallying on the pickleball court, mastering the art of chair yoga, or simply grooving to your favorite tunes in your living room, remember this – life is too short to settle for anything less than what brings you pure joy.



So, my fabulous booby buddies, let's raise our paddles (or sports bras, if you prefer) to aging with grace, gusto, and a whole lot of pizzazz. Here's to celebrating the journey, one pickleball match at a time!


Stay fabulous,

Brigitte Lessard


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