For the longest time, I was incredibly inspired by the story of Lance Armstrong — the man who survived testicular cancer and won race after race, seemingly unbeatable.
He was a tremendous winner and the foundation that he created raised well over five hundred million dollars for cancer research.
I could only dream of one day being as incredible as Mr. Armstrong — I certainly wanted to at the very least compete in some kind of race like the Tour de France.
Then came the day that it was made clear that Armstrong had been using performance enhancing drugs for much if not all of his career and it all came crashing down around him — not because he actually admitted that he had been using the drugs, mind you.
Despite everything being mere allegation, he lost all of his sponsorships and the Tour de France titles that he had won were taken away from him — why should you keep a ribbon to a competition that you only won through cheating?
Every time I would think back to all of the Lance Armstrong advertising that I had seen in my life and the Livestrong window displays that they had a few times at Macy’s that I saw in passing every day for months while walking to work — and I felt as though I was foolish for thinking so highly of him when seeing those ads.
This really got me even more upset than ever — was it not enough that he had cheated his way to victory over and over again?
Now he is working his way to the forgiveness of the country through the one person that so many millions of people look to for guidance — and if all goes well and in Armstrong’s favor, he will be back on the bicycle again.
The one thing that is certain is that no matter how many confessions he makes and pretend apologies he offers, he has almost certainly lost me as a fan forever.