He did it…

I don’t have the words that are eloquent enough to describe the feelings I have. I was doing ok until he was on the podium… and they raised the American flag.. and he stood… a proud American with his hand on his heart whilst he listen to his nation’s anthem. I was almost in tears.. but holding it together… and then he sucked his lips into his mouth.. biting hard down on them… trying desperately to keep it together… and I made a fool of myself sitting in my living room with only HB to hand me a tissue. I cried floods of tears… for the man.. for the event.. for the huge gap he will leave in cycling.. for the happiness I wish him for his future.. and for the sheer brilliance of a career so sadly at an end.. but what an end…

That boy went out in style… he showed them.. the sceptics.. and cynics… and yes.. when he addressed the disbelievers from the podium after.. he was giving them the big finger.. because I truly believe dreams do come true.. miracles do happen… you.. Lance Armstrong…. are the living proof.

The realisation that came to me today whilst I sat in tears watching the replays was that this time last year.. when Lance won.. I had been at Seaside… with My Boy and Brodie the mad puppy… we were on our way home.. and hit the Nike store… and I bought two boxes of Livestrong bands… and the people working in the store were all wearing yellow and the atmosphere was intense… everyone so happy for him. I missed his tremendous time trial on Alpe D’Huez… I was on a plane on my way to the States.. trying desperately to find a channel that was showing it.. and getting nowhere…

Its been a year since I was with My Boy… my heart aches…