Reprinted from SPORTS ILLUSTRATED, July 24, 2000
Lance Armstrong almost died four years ago, and on July 10 he nearly went to heaven. He was pedaling his bicycle powerfully toward the clouds atop the Pyrenees in southwest France, not far from the miraculous waters of Lourdes. It was a frigid, rainy day, and the icy winds were lashing the 162 Tour de France cyclists who dared climb the mountains, screaming at them to turn back and save themselves--but Armstrong charged on. Like Don Quixote, he hears and sees only that which furthers his mission. "To me it was like a sunny day at the beach," he would say later. "An absolutely perfect day."
It was certainly one that inspired awe. After beginning the 10th stage in 16th place, almost six minutes behind Alberto Elli of Italy, Armstrong picked up more than 10 minutes, opening a decisive lead of 4:14 over his most dangerous challenger, Jan Ullrich of Germany, the 1997 Tour champion. Even more impressive than the speed of Armstrong's climb up Mount Hautacam, which was hors cat�gorie (literally "beyond categorization," or so steep that it exceeds the rating system), was the contrast between the expressions of his opponents, who were gnashing and fighting for each breath of thin air, and that of the 28-year-old Texan, who appeared grim, determined and at peace. It was an ascent that the legendary French climber Raymond Poulidor called unprecedented in the annals of cycling. "When I saw Armstrong," said French racer St�phane Heulot, "I had the impression I was watching someone descending a hill I was trying to scale."
By July 17, the Tour's final rest day, Armstrong had increased his advantage to 7:26 over Ullrich, who was now worried mainly about holding on to second place. With only six stages remaining in the 21-stage, 2,275.8-mile event, Armstrong seemed certain--barring accident, injury or illness--of wearing the yellow jersey at the Arc de Triomphe in Paris as champion for the second straight year. "In principle we know who the winner is already," the manager of Ullrich's Deutsche Telekom team, Walter Godefroot, said after Armstrong's magnificent climb in stage 10. "No one can fight him."
It came as a huge shock in July 1999 when Armstrong won the Tour only three years after being diagnosed with testicular cancer that had spread to his lungs and brain. Rather than being celebrated, his fantastic recovery became the subject of rumor and suspicion resulting in part from the fiasco of the previous year, when the Tour was marred by arrests and suspensions after an official car for the Festina team was found to be carrying large amounts of the blood-doping agent EPO, the performance-enhancing drug of choice for modern riders. No charges were leveled against Armstrong, who admits that he has used EPO--but only while undergoing four cycles of chemotherapy over a three-month period in 1996. At that time EPO boosted the red-cell count in his blood and was vital to keeping him alive.
How did the young man who suffered so much to stay alive react to the notion that he was risking his life to win a race? "Absurd," says Armstrong. The win-at-all-costs philosophy that plagues cycling and other sports is best revealed by the survey question routinely asked of high-level athletes: Would you take a drug that made you a champion, knowing that it would kill you in five years? In a 1995 poll of mostly Olympic-caliber U.S. athletes, more than 50% said they would. Armstrong believes that if those respondents could have been in his skin in '96--after his hair had fallen out, revealing two horseshoe-shaped scars where doctors had removed tumors from his brain--they would have answered differently.
"I've seen those results, and I find them hard to believe," Armstrong says. "If they are true, then those people are crazy. Look, I live for cycling right now, but one day it's going to end, and then there are going to be no more yellow jerseys, no more adoration. One day I'm going to be a normal guy, and that's going to be fine."
For months after his cancer treatment he was adrift, with little ambition to return to the sport. When he decided to make his comeback during a cycling retreat to Boone, N.C., in 1998, he did so with new vigor. "I did train hard from '92 to '96, and I did have good results," says Armstrong, who in that time won a couple of Tour de France stages as well as the '93 world championships. "But it was nothing compared with the training I'm doing now."
Armstrong and his wife, Kristin, whom he met in Austin while he was bald and frail from chemo, are almost Zen-like in their devotion to the here and now, and to the belief that what one does is less important than the pleasure one takes in doing it well. "For nine months out of the year it's like we're living in a monastery," Kristin said from Nice, where she was staying with their nine-month-old son, Luke. Each morning Lance--being one of those fortunate souls who can ride his bike to work--heads out to do his training. "And I go hard, for seven hours sometimes," he says.
He returns, parks his bike in the garage and walks into the house wearing his famous work clothes. "He comes home just like any other guy comes home," Kristin says. "The first thing he always says is, 'Where's my boy!' He doesn't look tired. He looks so happy and peaceful."