I feel betrayed by Lance Armstrong.
I have a short list of people that I've looked up to, that I've thought of as true heroes, full of strength and integrity. Lance Armstrong was one of those people for me. The way he overcame cancer and won race after race, donating large sums of money to his research foundation- it was inspirational. When the allegations of doping came, I was quick to cry harrassment and move to his defense. I even posted on a couple forums that were dedicated to supporting him and stood up for him against friends and acquaintances that got snarky.
Now he has finally come clean and admitted to taking drugs. Admitted that he used them for all his Tour de France wins. Admitted that he did not think he could have won without them. And by all reports that I could find, did so dispassionately with little to no feelings of remorse. It would not have helped his situation to display remorse, but at least I would still view him as being human.
Lots of people like to see heroes fall. Not me. I like heroes. I want my kids to have real, flesh and blood people that I can point to and say "See? They did it right and came out on top." I don't believe in or want to live in a world where only the liars, cheaters, and scumbags win, even if temporarily.
A few years ago, not far from where I live, a beautifuil soccer stadium was erected. It was christened "Livestrong Park," and I was proud to have it in my community. Now I don't want to drive past it anymore. I don't want to explain what the Livestrong Foundation is to my kids. I never want to see a yellow wristband again.
Hopefully, someday, I'll be able to forgive Armstrong for his betrayal. But that day is not today.
I have a short list of people that I've looked up to, that I've thought of as true heroes, full of strength and integrity. Lance Armstrong was one of those people for me. The way he overcame cancer and won race after race, donating large sums of money to his research foundation- it was inspirational. When the allegations of doping came, I was quick to cry harrassment and move to his defense. I even posted on a couple forums that were dedicated to supporting him and stood up for him against friends and acquaintances that got snarky.
Now he has finally come clean and admitted to taking drugs. Admitted that he used them for all his Tour de France wins. Admitted that he did not think he could have won without them. And by all reports that I could find, did so dispassionately with little to no feelings of remorse. It would not have helped his situation to display remorse, but at least I would still view him as being human.
Lots of people like to see heroes fall. Not me. I like heroes. I want my kids to have real, flesh and blood people that I can point to and say "See? They did it right and came out on top." I don't believe in or want to live in a world where only the liars, cheaters, and scumbags win, even if temporarily.
A few years ago, not far from where I live, a beautifuil soccer stadium was erected. It was christened "Livestrong Park," and I was proud to have it in my community. Now I don't want to drive past it anymore. I don't want to explain what the Livestrong Foundation is to my kids. I never want to see a yellow wristband again.
Hopefully, someday, I'll be able to forgive Armstrong for his betrayal. But that day is not today.