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🏓 Could Sports Be the Holy Grail of Youth?

🏓 Could Sports Be the Holy Grail of Youth?

(Or Just the Best Excuse to Wear a Bra That Could Double as Body Armor?)


Let’s talk about aging.
Not the “wine gets better” kind — the “why did I just pull a muscle putting on socks” kind.

When I turned 60 this year, I had a moment. Not a crisis — more like a WTF whisper from the universe:

“Hey, remember when you used to be competitive, athletic, fierce?”

Yeah. I remembered. Vividly.

I was an athlete.
Hockey, tennis, soccer, fastball — I didn’t just play sports in my 20s, 30s, and early 40s. I competed. I trained. I had calves that could crack walnuts and a confidence that could crack glass ceilings.

Then came:
💍 Marriage
👶 Kids
🦠 A pandemic
💔 A divorce
(Yes, I collected the full set of adulting milestones.)

And somewhere in the shuffle…
I stopped playing.


🥒 But Then… Pickleball.

Yes, pickleball.
The name is ridiculous.
The game is revolutionary.

It’s like tennis and ping pong had a baby — and that baby saved my life.

I started playing.
Then I started loving it.

Pickleball reignited something in me.
It got me moving, sweating, laughing, trash-talking, and yes — feeling young again.
Not “I’m 25 and invincible” young, but “I’ve survived some serious sh*t and still look good in a skort” young.


Recently, I played with a mother-daughter duo — the mom was 89 years old and absolutely crushing it on the court. She had style, sass, and a killer forehand. And I thought: If this is what aging can look like... SIGN. ME. UP.



🧃 The Secret Sauce?

Movement. Competition. Community.

There’s something about sports — real, playful, joy-filled movement — that taps into our younger selves.

It’s not about winning medals (although let’s be honest, I still want one).
It’s about energy. Vitality. Endorphins. That fire in your belly that says:

“I’m still here, dammit — and I’ve got game.”

Could sports be the Holy Grail of youth?

Maybe not the whole goblet...
But it’s definitely the straw in the sangria. 🍷


👙 And Now, Let’s Talk Boobs.

Because no one — NO ONE — tells you how important a good sports bra is until you’re sprinting for a drop shot and your boobs are time-traveling back to 1996.

After four knee surgeries and one cadaver ligament (yes, I’m part zombie), I’ve learned to support my joints and my joys.
That includes the girls. 💁‍♀️

That’s why I’ve spent the last 25 years helping women find the right sports bra at sportsbras.ca.

Because whether you’re 29, 60, or playing with legends who are pushing 90 —
your breasts deserve to be lifted, locked in, and living their best life.


🎯 Final Serve

So could sports be the Holy Grail of youth?
For me — with a pickleball paddle in one hand and a bounce-proof bra on my chest — the answer is hell yes.

Because you don’t have to be young to be vibrant.
You just have to move.

And maybe find a new sport...
That makes you feel like your badass younger self never left.


Ready to lift your spirits and your boobs?
Check out our best-selling bras at sportsbras.ca
Because less bounce = more badass. 💪💖



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