Hi Everyone. Hope you had (are having) a great weekend. If you’re after some inspiration, today is not the day. Sorry. Feel free to come back tomorrow. I’ve just sat down at my computer after walking through the door from doing my Sunday radio show (the Science of Sport – SEN, Melbourne, 11.00am) and I couldn’t wait to share this mildly amusing story with you.
I’m in the car. I’ve been driving home for about fifteen minutes and I find myself sitting at a busy intersection lost in thought. As I often am. It’s now Sunday lunch time, there are plenty of people about and I’m not going anywhere in a hurry. The lights are red and I’m thinking about nothing-in-particular (food, maybe) when I notice a very over-weight lady power-walking along the foothpath (sidewalk for my U.S. readers) in my general direction. She’s wearing grey trackpants and a grey T-shirt which are both clearly soaked with sweat, has a red face which I assume is from working hard in the heat, and even though I don’t know her, I’m really proud of her. I want to encourage her; as is my default setting. I love seeing people doing the tough stuff; the effective stuff.
The change-your-life stuff.
Without her knowing, I find myself smiling at her. I want to say something to give her a boost because she’s working so hard and it’s obviously not easy for her. She’s wearing a cap for sun protection and I notice that she has two small drinking bottles attached to a belt around her waist so clearly, she’s up for a big session. By now, I wanna give her a hug for encouragement and tell her she’s awesome. I decide to give the hug a miss.
As it turns out, a good decision.
As she gets closer to my car, the Motivator, the Corporate Speaker and the High-Performance Coach considers what he might pull from his motivational bag of tricks. After all, I’m a professional. This is what I do; encourage people towards greatness.
I roll down my window….
Me: “Great work.” (trying to get her attention).
Her: Nothing. Donuts. She either doesn’t hear me or chooses to ignore me.
Me: “Great work.” (a little louder).
Her: Reluctantly looks at me with a blank, exhausted, unimpressed, who-the-F-are-you look on her face.
Me: I’m now committed to what I’ve started and I’m feeling a little weird. I figure I have to say something else quickly or I’ll look like an even bigger weirdo. With absolutely no confidence I blurt out “You’re doing great.” Inspirational, I know.
Her: Nothing. Possibly, annoyed.
Me: By now, a little anxious. “Keep it up, you’re doing brilliantly.”
Her: “F*ck off.”
Me: Roll up window and put motivational bag of tricks in back seat.
And that my friends, is why I get the big bucks.