I did it. I am sorry.
Sorry, honey. I really am.
Sorry, mom. I couldn’t control myself.
Sorry, dad. I know you had higher hopes for your son, one who would have discipline and taste.
Sorry, children. I raised you to be better than I was able to be. May you never wear this badge of dishonor yourselves.
Sorry, grandchildren, living and unborn. This a shame you will carry forever. Hide it well.
Sorry, dearest friends. You trusted me. I betrayed you. You will never look at me the same way again.
Sorry, cycling buddies. You thought I stood for something bigger. I didn’t. I fell in with a bad, bad crowd.
Sorry, blog subscribers. You thought you were supporting decency, goodness, and truth. You weren’t. You were supporting a sham.
Sorry, Big Orange. You embraced me. I fouled your nest with the opposite of Orange.
Sorry, Velo Club La Grange. You welcomed me as a member. I have besmirched your true-blue reputation forever.
Sorry, in-laws. You never fully trusted me. You were right. The minute you turned your back, I slithered into something horrible.
Sorry, on-line Chinese teachers. You believed I was dedicated and dependable. I was fickle. Just another faking poser.
I did this thing for which there is no atonement, I ventured to a dark place from which there is no return. I have no one to blame but myself. Henceforth when I look in the mirror I will only see the horror.
Why horror? Because I did it, with intent and full knowledge, knowing that my life would never again be the same and not caring about those who had loved and trusted me to be better. Yes, I did it. I bought Rapha.