I was still dripping from the half-mile swim in Lake Sebago, the final three quarters in an all-out breaststroke which I’d pay dearly for later. After hopping on my Mongoose Hill Topper, affectionately known as The Goose (pictured above), I became increasingly frustrated every time I was passed…which was a lot. I banged The Goose into the highest gear possible and wrecked my legs on the rolling hills leading to the climb. Once I reached the Alps, I gazed up at the task ahead, down at my stalwart cycle, and charged forward on my fateful ascent.
It took everything I had to find a rhythm. After several crunching downshifts I ran out of easier gears. This cadence would kill me, but I had to finish my quest, even if it would be an inglorious ending to a brief triathlon career.
Then Mr. Triathlon appeared.
He pulled up beside me, his sleek, steely stallion slowing alongside The Goose.
“Not easy on those fat tires.”
I shook my head, managing a grimaced smile.
Nodding, breathing hard, still unable to speak…
“Well, there’s nothing like buying a new bike.”
“Stay with this and you’ll go places you never thought possible. Have a great race.”
Then, like my dreams of a podium finish, he was gone.
Perhaps it was a blip on his radar, but that brief one-sided conversation changed my life. My mindset shifted. I began thinking about buying the right bike, pursuing this sport, and more importantly staying with this climb.
I reached the top and after a hard fought series of shorter hills transitioned to the run. By then I realized why triathletes don’t do breaststroke; my legs were screaming. Immediately after crossing the finish line I began strategizing, laying out plans for total tri-immersion. I was hooked.
The business lingo for my moment with Mr. Triathlon is ‘touchpoint,” or basic human interaction. The thing about interacting is you just can’t predict what sticks. Sometimes it’s not what we expect, hope, or intend.
After almost a year interning in Albany I mapped out my career in politics. I was enamored with the process, power, and prestige. My change-the-world idealism peaked when I managed an interview with an influential member of the Senate, a graduate of my college.
When he asked about my political party, I told him I had not yet chosen. He scoffed at my indecision.
“Come back and see me when you’ve made up your mind.”
Right or wrong, I was done, my political career ended instantly. I can’t imagine he intended to extinguish my fire, but he did.
As managers and leaders, we must be aware of what we’re saying, who we’re saying it too, and how our words will echo second and third hand. Mindfulness of how our words will ripple through our team and business community is essential. I’m not advocating carefully choosing our words, since that can become artificial. I’m talking about genuine awareness.
We’re in a fish bowl as leaders, so remember:
- Imagine how your words will sound when a comment or conversation is retold.
- Develop an ability to be in a conversation and also looking at it from all angles.
- Be definitive; your opinions are your reputation.
- Your words can change someone’s life, and there are times you should set up touchpoints to do just that.
- If your words are twisted or misunderstood, address this immediately.
- Our touchpoints are powerful; they can build or break, inspire or deflate, create or destroy.
I regularly pull up to newbies on the race course to offer words of encouragement and hope I’ve helped influence someone to pursue an active lifestyle.
As a leader, words are your currency, spend them wisely.