I wanted it to be true. I really did. It made me happy to
think that in this world of celebrities who are famous simply for being famous,
there was a hero worth the hero worship. Lance Armstrong had beaten cancer
even though it had spread to his brain and his lungs. He’d won the Tour de
France seven times in a row. His work to support cancer charities was
phenomenal. He even appeared to be a proud father who shared his
accomplishments with his children. When he was accused of doping, I put it down
to jealousy. After all, hadn’t he passed the drug tests again and again? So
when he finally admitted to the lie, I felt let down. I feel sorry for myself,
and for everyone else who believed in him. I feel even more sorry for all the
young athletes who will think this means cheating isn't a big deal, or that they have to cheat to win.
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