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🏓 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.

🇨🇦 Why I Love Canadian Women. Let’s get one thing straight… I don’t sell bras to the world. I sell bras to Canadian women. Why? Because we’re a different breed entirely — and I mean that in the best, most maple-syrup-fuelled, strong-soft, snow-shovelling, world-conquering kind of way. And I know this because I’ve seen it — I didn’t just create sportsbras.ca , I also created Women Talk, where I’ve heard the most raw, honest, powerful stories from women coast to coast. From tiny towns to big cities, I’ve seen what Canadian women are made of… and let me tell you — we are SO much stronger, softer, grittier, and more powerful than we even realize. Canadian Women: The Strong, Soft North We are the Strong, Soft North — soft when it comes to kindness, compassion, and probably our addiction to Tim Hortons… but strong in every way that counts. We’ll bake you muffins, lend you a snow scraper, cheer you on at your kid’s soccer game… but underestimate us? Big mistake. Huge. We’ve got grit in our veins, strength in our backs, and more power in our thighs than a herd of moose in mating season. We lift each other up, we lift our communities, and yes — we expect our bras to lift us too.😄 And that’s where I come in. Supporting Canadian Women — It’s All I Do 🇨🇦 At sportsbras.ca , I’ve spent 25 years doing one thing: holding up the incredible women of this country — literally and figuratively. Whether you’re crushing it on the pickleball court, running after your toddler, hiking the Rockies, or just trying to get through Monday without a wardrobe malfunction, I’ve got you. I only sell to Canadian women — because I believe in keeping the bounce low and the standards high, right here at home. Why Canadian Women Are My Favourite People on Earth Let’s be honest — we live in the land of unpredictable weather, wild landscapes, and wilder families. We apologize too much, say "eh" without realizing it, and somehow survive winters that would make polar bears reconsider their life choices. But through it all, we stay funny, fierce, and freakishly friendly. We are tough as ice, warm as a campfire, polite as heck, and powerful beyond what even WE sometimes realize. We run companies, communities, households, trails, marathons, and our mouths when needed — all while showing up with kindness, humour, and that classic Canadian humility.