Lance
Armstrong.
Few people
have ever had a personal legacy changed as quickly, as radically and as negatively
as this man.
Phase 1:
Hero. Supreme athlete. Cancer survivor. Founder of Livestrong Foundation.
Seven-time Tour de France winner.
Phase 2:
Liar. Doper. Emotionless robot. Vengeful and hurtful to those who questioned
him.
If
Armstrong coming clean about his cycling career and the calculated use of
banned substances to improve his performance was meant to enhance his image,
the attempt failed miserably.
Armstrong
displayed the emotions of a dust mop; his “apologies” to those people he
bullied and sued when they questioned his integrity and honesty seems
exceptionally hollow. His admissions and timing are suspect due to his wanting
to return to completion as a triathlete and just after the statutes of
limitations on some of his lies made under oath passed.
I wanted
to believe him – then and now. I wanted to believe he didn’t “juice” in the
most “juiced-up” sport in the world. I wanted to believe his apology and
confession and that he was doing it for the right reasons.
I was
wrong then; I won’t be taken in so easily this time.
I wore a
Livestrong rubber bracelet for more than 10 years; I took it off several years
ago due to a skin rash but about six months ago, put it back on. When the global
cycling community stripped him of the seven Tour de France titles, I removed it
and put it in a drawer.
Now, today,
I’m going to get it out and put it back on … not to honor Armstrong, but to
acknowledge the good his foundation to fight cancer has done and also to serve as a reminder that real heroes are few and far between and many, if not most, have feet of
clay.
The two words,
made into one word for marketing purposes, have meaning in more ways than one: Livestrong.
Even though its roots are now suspect, it's still not
a bad motto for life.
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