Saturday was 75 miles downwind into Key Largo and Sunday was 75 miles back, into the teeth of the same blustery wind-gift from the day before. The event was the MS-150 to raise money for Muscular Dystrophy.

At the end of a single day cycling event, the bike is parked, muscles stretched and beer consumed. A multi-day event requires a different strategy, a strategy called Reserve Power.

On the second day, through a particularly gusty stretch, leaning into the handlebars, turning 105 cadence, it occurred to me how often projects go this same way. Anticipated energy and resources are consumed, yet the project continues. Overtime cranks in and phone calls home tell of delayed dinners.

Often in management, we focus on tangible resources, raw goods and machine capacity. An important area we often miss is the management of energy. This is seen in morale, momentum and enthusiasm.

On a bicycle, running out of energy is called bonking, and once bonked, recovery to continue is rare and performance dramatically compromised. As a manager, be aware of the emotional energy of your team. Manage that energy. Build reserve power. -TF

Drill sergeants yell and scream and get results. Why can’t a manager?

Most of us have either worked underneath or know a manager who behaves like a drill sergeant. The descriptions come easy. He runs a tight ship. He manages like his haircut.

But, it occurred to me, there are no drill sergeants in the jungle. Let’s say a squad is on patrol in hostile territory and one team member falls behind, cannot keep the pace. There is no drill sergeant around to demand 50 pushups. There is no yelling in the jungle. Communication may be whispered or signaled, but there is no “I can’t hear yooouuu!”

Drill sergeants work in an artificial environment called training. Their purpose is to instill discipline to exact trained behaviors. Managers work in the jungle. It’s real in the jungle. Production is real. Quality is real. Customer satisfaction is real.

As a manager, the next time you have an urge to yell like a drill sergeant, you might find a whisper more effective. -TF

It seemed like the end of the world to Raymond’s team. The beta tests were clean, but this was the first customer run with the prototype. As hard as the team had pushed, this project was still going south. As bad as the product was being punished, the thing suffering the most was team morale.

Raymond’s company was not in a mission critical industry. When his product broke, no one died. It was certainly inconvenient, but not the end of the world. It just seemed like it. Looking around the room, he could see the dejection on everyone’s face. They had worked hard, but this project wasn’t budging.

“What is the worst thing that could happen?” he asked. There was silence forever, but forever only lasted thirty seconds.

“Our reputation will be ruined. – The customers will sue us. – We will have to lay off people in our department. – It will probably bankrupt the company. – And our families, too.”

“Okay,” Raymond replied, “anyone else?” Gazing around the table, it was a sad lot. “Look, we have a long history with the two customers who have this product. They know this is the first round out of beta-testing. They have not staked the future of their company on this project. They are not going to sue us. The worst that could happen is that we would have to refund all the money, including the deposits and extend a sincere apology. That’s it. Refunding the money will not bankrupt the company and no one is going to lose their job. Okay? Now, if that is the worst that can happen, how can we improve on that position?”

The purpose of the speech was not to solve the problem, that would come later. The purpose was to move the morale of a beaten team to a position where they could dig in and move forward. When things look grim, determine the worst thing that could happen and improve on that position. -TF