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to kick some tail this season. today was not as light as i had imagined. 10 mins spinning. 10 minutes strething. 25 mins on the treadmill. and another 15 mins of stretching. looks like i may be training through my recovery week after all. whoops.
on a completely different note, how big of an idiot is dick pound, world anti-doping agency chief? i can understand the foundation of his hatred for all things doping, but this guy needs to take a proverbial chill pill. he is flying off the handle to anyone and everyone within shouting distance. there is a line between confidence in your convictions, and being a prick by lashing out and saying whatever you damn well please. you can't be the chief of an agency in charge of protecting professional cyslists with one hand, and discredit any and all of their achievements with the other. you've gotta pick one side buddy, and it seems pretty clear that you have zero interest in the rights of professional athletes, the philosophy of innocent until proven guilty, and the successful continuance of the sport of cycling. i don't understand why everybody in the cycling world isn't calling for his head on a silver platter.
true, you need to have a guy with brass stones running a worldwide anti-doping agency. someone who isn't afraid to be vocal about cheaters in all sport.
but does he need to be such a loon canuk who slashes success in any way possible? what serious authority does he even have other than a big mouth?
here is a thought, if the frogs over at the Laboratoire National Depistage de Dopage werent so distracted with cheering on their doping king of the mountains chamion, richard virenque, they could have invested some time and money into legitimate employees, scientific controls, and scientists. that way, they could bank on the integrity of their testing in nabbing the serious doping offenders and establishing progressive testing procedures.
wouldn't it be great if it came to light that he was juicing his brains out when swimming for the mounties at the olympics in '60?
that would be fruitfully ironic.
on a completely different note, how big of an idiot is dick pound, world anti-doping agency chief? i can understand the foundation of his hatred for all things doping, but this guy needs to take a proverbial chill pill. he is flying off the handle to anyone and everyone within shouting distance. there is a line between confidence in your convictions, and being a prick by lashing out and saying whatever you damn well please. you can't be the chief of an agency in charge of protecting professional cyslists with one hand, and discredit any and all of their achievements with the other. you've gotta pick one side buddy, and it seems pretty clear that you have zero interest in the rights of professional athletes, the philosophy of innocent until proven guilty, and the successful continuance of the sport of cycling. i don't understand why everybody in the cycling world isn't calling for his head on a silver platter.
true, you need to have a guy with brass stones running a worldwide anti-doping agency. someone who isn't afraid to be vocal about cheaters in all sport.
but does he need to be such a loon canuk who slashes success in any way possible? what serious authority does he even have other than a big mouth?
here is a thought, if the frogs over at the Laboratoire National Depistage de Dopage werent so distracted with cheering on their doping king of the mountains chamion, richard virenque, they could have invested some time and money into legitimate employees, scientific controls, and scientists. that way, they could bank on the integrity of their testing in nabbing the serious doping offenders and establishing progressive testing procedures.
wouldn't it be great if it came to light that he was juicing his brains out when swimming for the mounties at the olympics in '60?
that would be fruitfully ironic.
posted by Stava @ 5:05 PM
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