I love happy gas at the dentist. I love drugs. They have a time and a place and a purpose. With the birth of each of my children I was ready to take whatever it took to get the job done. It just so happened that I didn’t need any. I guess that my body and my babies and all that goes along with delivering small melons with legs and arms seemed to work for me. But the minute I was being pushed out the door of the hospital I had my prescription in hand for Vicodin or whatever they wanted to give me. And after my bionic ACL was put back in my knee you can bet your sweet whatever that I took the painkiller in the bottle.
I’ve given this whole doping scandal a lot of thought. I read the Lance books. I remember being very inspired by his tenacity and veracity. I still am. He is an incredible athlete. He is the only reason I watched the Tour de France. Yes I am one of those people. I’ve been hesitant to comment because I’m a mountain biker and I’ve only straddled a road bike once and I’m not going to pretend to say I understand anything about how races are won on the road and I can barely define a peleton. But I do understand cheating. I mean, haven’t we all done it at one point in our lives? I mean if we’re really honest? In Monopoly as a kid, on a girlfriend or boyfriend in college, on a test, on a paper or didn’t someone feed the dog their veggies? Come on. Were you absolutely broken up 100% when you started heavy petting with the next person? Have you ever cut in line or taken a turn when you knew it wasn’t yours to take? I am willing to bet my morning coffee that almost everyone has cheated at some point in their life. Even if it was when they were 10.
OK. Now we are all sort of even. My point is that cheating can be a part of growing up. The problem is that some people get stunted. Some people get caught up in looking for the Emerald City of Oz. They’re looking for that wizard guy. And I totally get how it’s hard to say no and it’s hard to lose and it’s hard to be average and it’s hard to blah blah blah blah blah. But when we take short cuts and cheat and lie it always catches up with us. Every. Single. Time. I’ve watched enough soap operas to know that the truth always comes out. And to quote a great man, it will set you free. And sometimes it will set your sponsors free.
I want to be very clear. I am pretty disappointed in everyone who cheated in any race and for that matter, in any sport. But the part that really gets me is the fact that you lied time and time again. To our faces. In print. In person. Every single time you were asked or accused, you had a chance to set yourself free. And you never took it. Unfortunately I think lying about cheating is way worse than just good ol’ cheating. And I understand they go hand in hand. But I can never believe you again. I’m sorry. This is America and goodness knows we love to give people a second chance but this just feels different. Like that old saying goes, fool me once shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.