It’s the lying. It’s the disappointment that the character that I once admired so much turned out to be dark and stained.
I’m always in awe of people who triumph over adversities.
I was an ardent admirer of Lance Armstrong.
I read and re-read his book, “It’s not about the Bike- My Journey Back to Life” which has been described as an “awe-inspiring tale of immense courage and will.”