I now am experiencing what perhaps drove (pun intended) Lance to use performance enhancing drugs: That urge to feel on top of my game; That need to feel the wind in my hair, throwing my arms in the air as the roar of my adoring fans envelops me with the sweet caress of awe and adulation. . . . . . whoops, wrong drug . . .
I’m on steroids. Desperate times create desperate measures. It’s week 5 of hacking, coughing and choking: My bronchial tubes are as tight as Lance’s hamstrings; I Gasp for breath as if I’m on a breakneck climb up a mountain; My rib cage throbs with each explosive exhalation.
I went back to the doctor. I NEED DRUGS! GET ME DRUGS! Desperation creates extreme responses and choices. I get that Lance.
The part I don’t get is the ruthlessness.