Lance Armstrong is another proof point for the theory that weight
is a key determinant in long-distance performance. Although some jealous
competitors claim Armstrong’s success in the Tour de France was due to illegal
drugs (or the red-blood-cell-enhancing properties of cancer drugs), Armstrong
himself gives a great deal of credit to losing weight during his bout with
cancer.
Now, no one would recommend battling cancer as a great way to lose weight. And
whatever the cause, few would recommend a weight loss as extreme as Armstrong’s
as he battled for his life. Armstrong experienced the almost complete atrophy
of his considerable muscle mass. On the other hand, he says this personal
deconstruction allowed him to rebuild carefully after he beat the cancer,
adding muscle only where he wanted it. To that end, Armstrong says he avoided
workouts that would bulk up his upper body and carefully controlled his daily caloric
intake to stay 20 pounds below his 1996 Tour de France weight.
Think Armstrong isn’t obsessive about his weight? In his book It’s Not About
the Bike, he talks about measuring out pasta piece-by-piece and taking away the
extra noodle to get the exact calorie count for which he was aiming.
Before the weight loss and the resculpting of his body, Lance
Armstrong was a regular in the Tour de France but successful only as a
“sprinter” (if 30-plus-kilometer time trials can be considered a sprint). He
was never in contention for the overall endurance crown of cycling.
But his success after the weight loss makes some sense on the basis of the marathon
weight/performance formula alone (a minute lost per pound gained). Imagine a stocky 10K
runner good enough to get invited as an elite runner to world-class marathons
who then got 20 minutes faster by losing 20 pounds.
You would think Lance had to be at least relatively skinny before his illness,
right? But according to Lance’s official Web site, he weighs 165 pounds on a
5-foot-10-inch frame, and that equals a BMI of 23.7. Gadzooks! He wasn’t skinny
at all, not if healthy ranges from 18.5 to 25. And if he used to be 20 pounds
heavier as a world-class time-trials rider, that means he had managed to be a
world-class competitor in sprints with a BMI of 26.5, well into the overweight
range and higher even than my current BMI.
It occurred to me that the weight listed on his Web site might be another one
of Lance’s tactics, like his (dare I say it? Yes!) feigned discomfort on the
first big 2001 Tour de France climb in the Pyrenees before he blew everybody
away. Could Lance be misrepresenting his weight to keep his competitors
satisfied when they reached a BMI of 23?
Bingo.
Well, perhaps. There is actually some dispute about Lance’s weight. Most
sources peg him at 175 for the 1996 Tour, which by BMI’s measure made him
one-tenth of a point overweight. And if 175 was accurate, he weighed 155 during
his first Tour de France victory.
Further research confirmed that the official 165 on Lance’s Web site is questionable.
Several independent sources on the Web said Lance was as light as 138 pounds
during his first Tour de France win, for a BMI of 19.8.
I actually composed a message to Lance, asking him if he knew the government
said he would still be healthy at 18.5 BMI, or 129 pounds. Did he also know
that by dropping from 165 to 129 he would improve his Tour de France times by
20 percent (at least according to extrapolation I did with the formula I was
obsessing over)? Did he further know he could improve 5 percent even if he
actually weighed 138 but dropped to 129? And, by the way, Lance, which is it?
How much do you really weigh?
There were several reasons I decided not to send Mr. Armstrong the e-mail.
First, I didn’t know his e-mail address, although I could come up with a dozen
reasonable guesses, and could certainly message him on Twitter (where I’m
following his daily postings about his latest workout in Texas hill country or
the Pyrenees for no particularly good reason).
Second, if my message actually reached Lance, he might report me to the FBI as a
crazed bicycling fan with an eating/running disorder who was stalking him via
the Internet.
Third, I’m sure exercise physiology could prove that reducing Lance’s Tour de
France time by even 5 percent was not physically possible.
Fourth, as I’m continually ranting about, the U.S. government was out of line
with its take on the healthy range of weight for large-framed males.
And then, lo and behold, while searching for more reports on Lance’s weight and
using Web-based calculators to figure the corresponding BMI repeatedly, I
stumbled across the official Canadian government site on nutrition. The
Canadians said the lower end of the healthy BMI range is 20, not 18.5. They
also said that being in the 25 to 27 range was not “unhealthy” but rather “may
lead to health problems in some people.”
A bit of further investigation confirmed it. The United States
Government’s National Center for Chronic Disease Prevention and Health
Promotion had fudged the BMI figures to push its weight-loss agenda. And that
meant Lance Armstrong at 138 pounds and 19.8 BMI was already perfectly lean. He
clearly couldn’t get faster by dropping below his ideal weight.
In any case, Lance and his coach would pay no attention to the
one-metric-fits-all BMI. They would use the scientific method to determine
Lance’s true ideal weight given his unique, rebuilt body type. Besides, the
real key to his success, which boosts his performance beyond the gains you can
calculate in a formula, lies in native physical talent and his ability to win
constant tests of will. The motto of the ancient Scottish Armstrong clan is “I
remain unvanquished,” and Lance is the most unvanquished of all.
And that’s why Lance Armstrong is probably not the right running role model for
me. I’ve been vanquished plenty (319th of 15,000 is the best I’ve finished in a
marathon) and felt pretty good about it. I am simply not capable of competing
anywhere near to Lance’s level. While I’m sure I can muster more willpower to
control my eating, it won’t be with Lance’s exactitude. And clearly, even my
hardest push is a joke compared with Lance Armstrong’s sheer grit. To aspire to
be like Lance is to aspire too high.
No, a more appropriate inspiration for me is
Woody Allen, the subject of my next blog post.