That’s the premise for the fascinating documentary about one of the strangest, unsettling stories in recent sports history.
In 2009, Alex Gibney, started shooting a film about Lance Armstrong’s comeback after being retired for four years. After Armstrong came clean about doping, Gibney’s film took on a whole new tone. Instead of celebrating an athlete’s will and integrity, the documentary focuses on the long, meticulous conspiracies maintained to keep the cyclist’s cheating hidden from the world.
Naturally, the film provides an in-depth look at professional cycling, but the film is centered around Lance Armstrong’s obsession for winning at all costs. Not many of us can identify with propping up a global brand and celebrity image, but we can learn something about the danger of cutting corners to succeed.
Armstrong did work harder than everybody else. And he also cheated. The documentary is a long look at those two realities crashing into each other over and over and over again.
Anybody else seen this?
Got outside for another jog this morning. Even though treadmill running is way more easy/enjoyable, fresh air and sunshine are really good for you.
So they tell me.
This was my third time to jog this week. I tried another outdoor 15-minute run on Tuesday and caved at 11 minutes. Because I’m a wimp, apparently.
Thursday, I did a 15-minute jog on the treadmill while watching 24. (Always better to run while watching Jack Bauer scream at computer technicians.)
This run was made slightly better by listening through my blues playlist. I’m screening more songs for an upcoming gig and running is a great way to listen to songs closely.
Today wasn’t great, but I did do fifteen minutes without stopping. However, as the runs get longer, I realize how boring my neighborhood is. We live in a small subdivision, so past ten minutes or so, the scenery has lost its allure. When I bump up to 20+ minute runs, I’ll most likely start heading to other locations. I like Faulkner Park or Rose Rudman Trail, but it’s hard to get “into town” sometimes.
Thanks for reading this. In all honesty, the only reason I didn’t quit at 12 minutes is because I knew I was gonna’ have to write this post.
And don’t forget, RUNNING SUCKS.
1. I can only watch so much 24. At first, it seems like a party. You think you’re gonna’ grab some fast food and sit on your couch and watch 24 all night long. But pretty soon the fries run out and you realize that Kiefer Sutherland’s primary acting skill seems to be yelling.
2. I can’t sleep without them. Maybe it’s just the absence of someone going, “TODD, GO TO BED!” but I always stay up way later than normal when my family is gone. If I try to go to bed at a normal hour, I’ll just lay there feeling weird because my house is so quiet and scary.
3. I’m not a good editor. Being alone in the house means that I have lots more songwriting time. The problem is that I think every idea is awesome. Then my wife comes home and I’m all “Listen to this – it’s like a hymn with just one chord, but the chorus just repeats ‘Yahweh’ 17 times as it gets louder and louder!” And that’s when I realize I need people around to keep from being dumb.
4. Animals are in danger of dying. We have two cats and a hamster that need to be fed. Apparently. Even though I know this at a basic, intuitive level, I forget to feed them. And not only that, but when the cats are making weird noises and won’t get away from me, I’m not smart enough to realize they’re on the bring of starvation.
5. I’d be a terrible single person. Without them around me, I’m just a slob with no ambition. Sure, the dishes need cleaning, but they don’t bother me and I’m the only one who’s here. Respect for all you single people out there who manage to be productive, contributing members of society.
How do you handle it when your family is away?