I don't mean to sound like the unathletic, sometimes anti-bicycling old man that I am, but I am completely indifferent to the very wonderful news that Lance Armstrong has won his seventh consecutive Tour de France.
I suppose I would have been vaguely disappointed at his frustration had he failed to capture the title again, but as it is, I am simply hoping that the hoopla simmers down sometime soon.
Having said that, I am proud of this man in the way that a total stranger whose life does not resemble or touch upon his can be. Armstrong is a marvel of human endurance and will and anybody should be in awe of his physical skills.
But I am most proud of his story as a survivor of cancer. After the loss of my own father to cancer, I did a very rare thing: I wrote to this young man ---only two years my junior--- and wished him well. And not long after, someone with his foundation wrote me back in thanks. I've always thought that was classy and, regardless of my own chairbound laziness and apathy, I will always regard Lance Armstrong as an inspiration.
Tour de France, yeah, yeah, blah, blah... What else do you expect of the heroic?