I live here in Austin, Lance Armstrong’s home town, and everyone is going crazy about Lance, of course, as we all await the final assault on the Champs d’Elysee in a few days. Of all places, I happen to work out at the same gym as Lance himself. He takes a spinning class here at 6 AM, but he has really been lax the last few weeks. He’s using some “France Bike Race” excuse. Whatever, slacker.
There is a big screen here in the club and every morning, we all watch the progress of the Tour De France, workout, and drink smoothies. It’s better than hanging around all those stinky frenchies.