Yesterday morning I woke up in Rwanda to another barrage of Lance stories on Twitter, Facebook and plastered all over the internet. It made me ill, physically ill, you know when you have that little bit of throw up which works its way stealthily up your esophagus until you're hit with that twinge of acidic bile at the back of your throat? That is exactly how I felt.
A friend of mine from the Outspoken Cyclist Facebook page had posted:
I think I'm just going to stop posting (and/or reposting) all the articles about Lance Armstrong... too much information. There must be other news... :-)
To which there were several comments of agreement. One commenter posted a link to the Tropicale Amissa Bongo, the first race of the 2013 Africa Tour season in Gabon. I seconded his comment as six of our riders from Team Rwanda are currently there competing.
And then....I took a big glug of water and I got on my bike. I rode out our gate and down the dirt road with ten remaining Team Rwanda members, some veterans, some newbies and we started our training session for the day.
I had a lot of time to think after a quick drop by the team on the first climb. My thoughts circled back to Lance, Oprah and the media mayhem surrounding his "confession".
I was one of the people who desperately wanted to believe in Lance I am now disgusted at his apparent confession, not to be remotely confused with remorse. I feel duped.
You see, it's all about Lance and only Lance. He really doesn't care about anyone but him. Feel free to disagree with me, it is just my take, my blog.
IF Lance was truly sorry, truly remorseful, he would have stayed out of the limelight and started to put his life back together peacefully. He would have reflected on the damage he inflicted on the sport, the deception to his fans and most difficult to imagine, his volunteers of his Foundation. The people who continued to believe in Lance and his work with cancer. Really it was the people in the trenches raising the money, believing in the cause.
Do I believe Lance has done some good things, absolutely. Do I believe he was sincere with some people, primarily cancer patients in his dealings one on one with them, I pray it's an absolutely. Do I believe he helped grow cycling in the US? Yes, to some extent. He got Americans on bikes, we stayed on bikes and embraced the love of cycling on our own terms however.
But none of the good in the past can make up for the lies and the deception of the present and the current lack of remorse.
In a piece on the Huffington Post this morning, James Moore writes,
So what would you like to see happen next?
I’d like to see this burn as hot as it needs to, for as long as it needs to. And then, once it’s done, I’m looking forward to seeing what rises from the ashes.
I’m looking forward to writing about riding my bike and joking about bikes and riders and riding.