I bought Lance Armstrong’s first book ‘It’s not about the bike’ a few months before the American anti-doping agency slapped the legendary cyclist with fresh doping charges in 2012. A seven-time Tour de France winner and a cancer survivor, Armstrong was accused of doping for a major part of his career and though he was never caught, he was not very popular among cyclists and press. I held him in very high esteem, and believed him every time he issued statements like, “I am a clean guy.”
But after extremely strong evidence against him surfaced and Tour de France record was wiped out (literally), I didn’t feel like peeling the plastic cover off his book, until last month when a long train journey required a good read. It’s amazing how one can read a book with a different perspective now that we know the truth. Here are some excerpts from the book, which made me laugh and smirk.
Page 8 (last para) Rick was used to hearing me complain about my sinuses and allergies. Austin has a lot of ragweed and pollen, and no matter how tortured I am, I can’t take medications because of strict doping regulations in cycling. I have to suffer through it.
Page 117 (first para) Quite simply, I believed I had a responsibility to be a good person, and that meant fair, honest, hardworking and honorable. If I did that, if Iwas good to my family, true to my friends, if I gave back to my community or to some cause, if I wasn’t a liar, a cheat, or a thief, then I believed that would be enough.
Page 125 (third para) There is nothing to do but sit in bed and let the toxins seep into my body — and be abused by nurses with needles. One thing they don’t tell you about hospitals is how they violate you. It’s like your body is no longer your own, it belongs to the nurses and the doctors, and they are free to prod you and force things into your veins and various openings… When I was awake, the nurses ate me alive.
Page 127 (Last line) Nike didn’t desert me. (This was while he was undergoing chemo. Ironically, NIke did wash it’s hands off brand Lance when the doping charges were proved.)
Page 187 (first para) While I was sick, I told myself I’d never cuss again, never drink another beer again, never lose my temper again. I was hoping to be the greatest and the most clean-living guy you could hope to meet. But life goes on. Things change, intentions get lost. You have another beer, you say another cussword.
Page 205 (last two paras) In July, I skipped the Tour de France. Instead, I did some TV commentary and watched from the sides of the road as it turned into the most controversial and traumatic bike race in history. In a series of raids on team cards, French police found trunkloads of EPO and anabolic steroids. Team members and officials were thrown into French jails, everyone was under suspicion, and the cyclists were furious at the tactics used by the authorities. Of the 21 teams that began the race, only 14 finished. One team was expelled and the other six quit in protest.
Doping is an unfortunate fact of life in cycling, or any other endurance sport for that matter. Inevitably, some teams and riders feel its like nuclear weapons — that they have to do it to stay competitive within the peloton. I never felt that way, and certainly after chemo the idea of putting anything foreign in my body was especially repulsive. Overall, I had extremely mixed feelings about the 1998 tour, I sympathised with the riders caught in the firestorm, some of whom I knew well, but I also felt the tour would be a more fair event from then on.
Page 246 (last para onwards) I was making enemies in the Alps. My newly acquired climbing prowess aroused suspicion in the French press, still sniffing for blood after the scandal of the previous summer. A whispering campaign began: “Armstrong must be on something.” Stories in L’Equipe and Le Monde insinuated, without saying it outright, that my comeback was a little too miraculous.
I knew there would be consequences for Sestriere — it was almost a tradition that any rider who wore the yellow jersey was subject to drug speculation. But I was taken aback by the improbable nature of the charges in the French press: some reporters actually suggested that chemotherapy had been beneficial to my racing. They speculated that I had been given some mysterious drug during the treatments that was performance-enhancing.
….I had absolutely nothing to hide, and the drug tests proved it. It was no coincidence that every time Tour officials chose a rider from our team for random drug testing, I was their man. Drug testing was the most demeaning aspect of the Tour… We called the doctors Vampires. But the drug tests became my best friend, because they proved that I was clean. I had been tested and checked, and retested.
Page 251 (first para) I decided to adress the charges outright, and held a press conference in Saint-Gaudens. “I have been on my deathbed, and I am not stupid,” I said. Everyone knew that use of EPO and steroids by healthy people can cause blood disorders and strokes. What’s more, I told the press, it wasn’t so shocking that I had won Sestriere; I was an established former World Champion.
“I can emphatically say I am not on drugs,” I said. “I though a rider with my history and health situations wouldn’t be such a surprise. I’m not a new rider. I know there’s been looking, and prying, and digging, but you’re not going to find anything. There’s nothing to find… and once everyone has done their due diligence and realises they need to be professional can can’t print a lot of crap, they’ll realise they are dealing with a clean guy”
Page 252 (second para) Not long after I crossed the finish line, a French TV journalist confronted me: there were reports that I had tested positive for a banned substance. The report was wrong, of course. Le Monde had published a story stating that a drug test had turned up minute traces of corticosteroid in my urine. I was using a cortisone cream to treat a case of saddle sores — and I had cleared the cream with the Tour authorities before the race ever started. Immediately, Tour authorities issued a statement affirming my innocence. “Le Monde was looking for a drug story and they got one on skin cream,” I said.
Page 254 (last para) But after five hours on the bike, I now had to face another two-hour press conference. I was beginning to feel that the press was trying to break me mentally, because the other riders couldn’t do it physically. The media had become as much of an obstacle as the terrain itself. That day the International Cycling Union released all of my drug tests, which were, in fact, clean.
PS: Do not intend to violate any copyrights. This is just a post to make it easier for people to know where all Lance Armstrong mentioned about doping in his book.