Are you a Rider or a Pedaler?

I've shared stuff from Erika before, as she's the bomb, and this new post is no exception. Perhaps it's because I identify with her sea urchin experience, and my own personal journey to make a difference and embrace change, even if it's the long, hard way 'round, but this one especially resonated with me. Enjoy. And don't mind the language. tongue:

(and don't eat sea urchin, it's like yellow snot sliding down your throat and requires strong will to keep from upchucking right on the spot which would just be embarrassing as all hell in the middle of a restaurant)

Riders and Pedalers
Jun 30, 2013 Erika Napoletano

I write this blog post today from a state of discomfort. My left ankle (y’know, the bionic one with all the metal in it) sports a bone bruise and abrasions. My left hip boasts a cherry the size of a lemon. My chin, a mark reminding me of the moment I decided to use my head as a shovel. The entire forehead, bone bruised. My body in general? A 5.5 out of 10 on the “f***ed” scale.

But I dig it.

About Riders and Pedalers
I see tons of people on bikes on this mountain. To me, there are two types of people: Riders and Pedalers. The Pedalers will come up here, do what they do. Same bad form, same problems. Too proud to ask for help when a little help could get them a long way. And then there are Riders: people who use this whole mountain and whatever level they ride at, they ride. They use every tool available to them at every possible moment. They practice. They get better. They find more tools. I teach people to be Riders.

I didn’t really have anything to say. He’d just spelled out why I hauled ass 75 miles at 7:45AM on a Saturday morning to come take a downhill mountain biking lesson. He’d actually just described why I do what I do for a living. But let me lay my thoughts on you about raising the stakes in whatever you do:

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