My Not So Secret Crush on Lance Armstrong
Dude, my bad.
“It’s Not About the Bike” is not a fantastically written book. For this, Sarah and I agree. However, I was able to look past all that and see the story inside the book. It’s about a man who beat unbeatable odds and then told his story. I don’t think his story is any more (or less) remarkable than that of another cancer survivor, but it is remarkable. Each person who faces the evil that is cancer is a hero in my eyes. Each one has an amazing story to tell. Isn’t it okay that Lance has his story too? Yes, he had/has more resources than most people, but I don’t think less of him because of that.
One aspect of this book that I loved learning more about was Lance’s Mom, Linda. She rocks. I have a lot of respect for single mothers that rise above…and she surely did. In the book Lance talks about his mom always teaching him to make every obstacle an opportunity. I took this to heart because that is not something I am good at. The two of them, mother and son, worked hard for everything they had. Linda Armstrong wanted the very best for her son and tried to always make that happen for him. No, of course they weren’t perfect. But I admire the two of them for moving past the obstacles given to them in their life and making each on an opportunity.
Warning: Here comes the shallow part:
The more I learned about him, the more it caused me to have a bit of a crush on Lance Armstrong. Sure, it’s not like my LOVE for Johnny Depp…but it’s a crush. He’s not a “conventional” stud like Brad Pitt (and Johnny Depp) but there is something mildly dreamy about him. I’m not quite sure what it is. Maybe it’s because he’s an athlete. Maybe it’s his eyes. Maybe yellow just really is his color.
But maybe it’s because I have a wish that someday I’ll have the resources to start a foundation for a cause near to my heart. I admire him for the work he does and the money that is raised through LIVESTRONG for cancer research and awareness. I admire him for never giving up…which would’ve been so easy to do. I admire him for admitting that cancer humbled him and it taught him so much. I admire the hope that he gives to so many through his foundation and from his story.
It is because of that admiration and the fact that (I think) Sheryl Crow is so cool, that I’m willing to step aside and let them be happy. That’s just the kind of person I am.