It took me a while to write this because I had so much to say about the topic...
I know the world hates Lance Armstrong at this moment but I love the guy, not in a creepy way or anything like that... he just gave me so much and I can't hate him for whatever mistake he made, he's only human at the end of the day.
When I say he gave me too much I mean that I started watching him on tv back in the old year 2000, I was only 9 years old, by that time he was only a one time Tour de France champion, and when I saw him on that bike wearing the yellow jersey I was the most excited kid on the planet, and the emotion kept going the rest of his career. I was a little girl back then and I grow up looking at him as a super hero. He could always amazed me, no matter the year, the team, the teammates... All I cared was him and the rush he could make me feel.
I remember waking up early on the summer, turning on the tv and changing the chanel to ESPN just to see if he was still wearing yellow and the emotion to see him trying to scape from the larger group, so exact on his moves, always focussed. I remember when he falled from his bike, how he could make the people go crazy, even when they weren't US citizens... He was my dream man.
And at this moment, I don't hate him, I don't think he's a lie or a fraud, I think he's an amazing guy that beat cancer, decided to do one of the hardest things in the world and just did it. I'm no one to judge him or what he did, but I can honestly say that I wouldn't change the days I sat on my couch to watch him for anything in the world. He really made me go crazy over a sport and I'm greatfull for that.
So yes, you can insult him, hate him, whatever but me, I'm gonna keep telling this story, because I don't care if the drank unicorn blood to be faster, I don't care if he used fairy dust to make his teammates do whatever he said... All of that is just crap when you realized that the memories are amazing and that's how I feel about Lance Armstrong.
