Wednesday, July 10, 2002


Wondrous article about Lance Armstrong, one of my heroes, in the New Yorker this week. A science-drenched article written in old school (pre-Tina Brown) New Yorker style. The writer focuses almost entirely on the whys of Armstrong's incredible performance. Seems Lance is genetically gifted--as many bike racers are--but he also has prodigious gift for 1. pain and 2. practice.

One of the things I most respect about Armstrong is his, um, agnosticism. In "It's Not About the Bike," he is blunt on a number of subjects, including his utter disdain of his father, who he has never met, and his doubt that there is a Big Guy Up There looking out for us. Cancer will do that to you.


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