Just finished reading It’s Not About the Bike by Lance Armstrong, published in 2000 after he won his first Tour de France. What made it a challenging read was wondering which parts were true and which were false, especially the parts where he condemned and denied doping, knowing now that he was actually taking part.
Still, the story of his battle with cancer was an eye-opener, and despite the doping he’s still a pretty tough cyclist who worked his tail off to achieve what he did on the bike. Maybe the book is a good reminder that every one of us is deeply flawed. Yeah, every one of us.
