... but that doesn't really surprise anyone.
Love him or hate him, (there seems to be little middle ground) you gotta hand it to him. At the gawdawful-decrepit, dinosaurian, dust-collecting, ancient span of a frightful 33 years, Lance Armstrong brings home his 7th consecutive (back to back to back to back to back to back to back) Tour de France victory.
He got sick, it didn't matter. They changed the course, it didn't matter. He went on after he was older than most solid competitors were... it didn't matter. He said he was going to do it, and then he did. Now he can go home.
The rest of them can breathe something of a sigh of relief...
because now, they might actually be racing for the title, rather than pedalling their hearts out for weeks, just to see who came in second to Lance Armstrong.
Congratulations, Lance!
Anyway, congrats to Mr. Armstrong, on another great victory; as they said on the news a little while ago, there isn't much of a better way to end one's career. My father commented on how he was able to overcome his problems... I wasn't aware of what he was referring to, but I was then told about what Lance had been faced with. This can be quite inspirational, for any of us who have to struggle with adversity. Thanks for posting this entry.
I bicycle, but I'm no fanatic. Really, I'm not much of a 'sports fan' at all. I will watch this or that from time to time, but I won't seek them out on my own.
That said, there are occasions when I appreciate that an extra effort is being made. Consider Jimmy Connors winning at Wimbledon when he was 35, a dinosaur in professional tennis.
Lance Armstrong overcame some tremendous hurdles, and did exactly what he said he was going to do. I wish him the best.