Gee, Dave… pretentious much?!?

So I was quite flumoxed when Lance just quit. I can understand why someone might just get tired of fighting, but Lance doesn’t quit… that’s kind of his thing…
but whatever. He quit. The USADA decided that that was the same as an admission of guilt. Lance said rather emphatically that it is not, in fact, an admission of guilt but rather an admission of what he thinks of the USADA.

So… Did he dope? The world will never know.

On the plus column, we have the most tested athlete in history.  No one has been tested as much as Lance… ever.  He has never failed a drug test… ever.

On the negative side, USADA says they have 10 witnesses who are ready to testify against him.  While we don’t know who they are, we can make some educated guesses on some of them: Landis, Hamilton, Vaughters, Heras, Andreau… and maybe Contador.  All people who have admitted to or been caught doping.  These are all people who have ridden with Lance…

Occam’s Razor paints a pretty clear picture here.  If it looks like a duck, and walks like a duck, it probably injects duck blood…

But no one, NO ONE, has passed as many tests as Lance.  When the introduced Blood Passports, Lance jumped right on board…

The USADA also says the have blood tests which are “fully consistent” with EPO use… which confuses me… they can directly test for EPO now.  It shouldn’t be “fully consistent”.  It should be “It is” or “It isn’t”.

If the USADA is right, and he doped… and so did everyone else, what can we say then?  What did all of the riders say back then?  That Lance won because he trained harder than any other rider on the road.  He was on the bike… every day.  He was focused on a single Grand Tour, and he built his team around one goal.

And he smashed the competition.

But did he dope?  Guess we’ll never know for sure.  I’d like to take the man at his word… but he walked away…

But Lance the cancer survivor… Lance the guy who gave me hope that my father would beat cancer (he didn’t, but hope… is a good thing)…  Lance the guy who works every day to raise awareness and funds for the fight against cancer… that’s a guy *I* want to ride a bike with.  Any time…

…not that I could keep up…

…yet…

So looking to athletes for a hero is fraught with peril, but looking inside yourself… that sounds like a plan.

For me, it’s always been about the bike.  I think it’s a good time for me to start to dream again… to reach again… and you know… to cross train in the running shoes…

If my knee ever cooperates!!!

For now, the ticker has gone down a pound, but it’s definitely muscle that I’m shedding.  I need to find a way to get that high impact workout back in while my knee continues to heal.  High energy calisthenics, I guess.  I may actually drop a few bucks at the sports therapy clinic on a trainer with PT experience.  I need some help pushing foward.

But for now… maybe some pushups…