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Success isn’t linear. Neither is progress.

 “Success and progress happen when you fail and keep going, when you fall and get back up, when you mess up and don’t quit, when you are tired and push through...”


Over the last 7-8 years, I have been pretty committed to exercising. Sometimes, I think that with my level of dedication over the years, I should be a lot stronger and fitter than I am. I hit the gym on average 5 times a week (in addition to doing other activities, such as soccer/football, running…) and quite honestly, I very rarely take more than a few days off. I actually hate missing a workout!

There is no doubt that I have put in a lot of work, and that I have come a long way since the beginning of my fitness journey, however it has not all been an upward trend.

Many factors can come into play when it comes to making progress and succeeding. It can be a bumpy and curvy road. For me personnally, my job, my health, my travels, some minor injuries…have, at some point, impacted the trajectory of my progress and success athletically. 

It has been difficult and discouraging at times, when I notice slower progress, or even a regression. I sometimes feel like all the hard work was for nothing and I ask myself: “What’s the point?”

What I try to do in these instances is re-define the word success. Success is not always about winning, being the best and achieving a goal, but even more so about holding on, never giving up, rising after falling, and having that urge to keep learning and growing.

A slight step back, a mistake or a failure…these are all opportunities for reflection, adjustment and redirection. 

From time to time, we all need to stop beating ourselves up and be reminded to change our perspective, look for the positives, and keep moving forward!






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