A lot has been said over many years regarding Lance Armstrong and the “did he or didn’t he” cheat en route to winning 7 Tour de France titles in his seemingly legendary professional cycling career. As the evidence has mounted and the battle to proclaim his innocence seems more and more futile, people are weighing in left and right about his fate, his integrity and as always, the state of professional athletes in general.
I don’t tend to write about these things for a variety of reasons, with the main one being that as much as I like to encourage discussion, I don’t ever want to encourage or contribute to bashing, criticizing or over zealous passion being put out there. It makes me uncomfortable.
Situations like these, regardless of if there is a right or wrong just make me sad. Very, very sad. Not so much for those involved in these scandals but rather for my kids. One day, they will come to idolize someone famous. Perhaps an athlete, singer, actor, who knows (I wish I could say their mother but I’m not so old that I’ve forgotten how lame most mom’s are to kids and teenagers ). They will buy posters, read magazines, go to games/movies/events featuring this icon. What will I do should that glorified hero fall from grace the way so many have? I think I’ll cry right alongside my boys because as a mom, I want to protect them from the reality that not everyone is as they seem, not everyone is honest and not everyone plays by the rules. I’ve no doubt they’ll learn this lesson many times over in life but the longer I can protect them, the longer we will all have to prepare ourselves should this type of story affect someone they look up to as a role model.
Thankfully, I still have a few years before I even need to worry about such things. For now, the mother in me will mourn with all the young ones who held Mr. Armstrong in such high regard and may now be a bit lost and for their parents who have some tough life lessons to teach.