Sunday, January 31, 2010

Phun Physiology: Branched-Chain Amino Acids



What are branched-chain amino acids (BCAAs), the claims being made about them as they relate to endurance athletic performance, and the reality?

If the following commercial claims do not provide sufficient incentive for you to want to try BCAAs, arouse a little intellectual curiosity, or make you wonder whether your cycling buddies haven’t intentionally withheld vital information from you in order to retard your development and prevent you from assuming your rightful place on the podium, don’t worry. There’s more!

Ever since the 1970s, when it was first thought that BCAAs were legal performance enhancers, there has been much interest in these three naturally occurring essential amino acids on the part of nutritionists and athletes, not to mention commercial purveyors.

In fact, just this week, I received two different e-mails from a well-known nutrition-supplement chain store touting the alleged benefits of BCAAs. Here is a portion of the claim for one of the products.

Branch Chain Amino Acids (BCAA) – leucine, isoleucine and valine – are critically important for stimulating muscle protein synthesis, reducing protein breakdown and preserving muscle glycogen stores.* The body uses these essential amino acids as fuel during exercise.*

The asterisks of course alert us to the following claim . . .

*These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration.
Another BCAA product marketed by the same retailer comes with a slightly different set of claims, also accompanied with an asterisk:

BCAA's [sic] enter your bloodstream and attach directly to muscle where they repair damaged muscle tissue. This process helps ensure maximum muscle recovery and growth!*
I then searched for the claims by a competitor regarding its BCAA formulation:

· Decreases perception of fatigue and increase cognitive performance.
· Helps build, maintain, and repair lean muscle mass.

In all, I’ve been able to compile a list of ten (10) alleged benefits of BCAAs by commercial vendors that I wish to discuss. The claims include: 1) performance enhancement as a third energy source after carbohydrates and lipids, 2) glycogen preservation, 3) faster muscle recovery, 4) reduced muscle damage, 5) reduced muscle soreness post-exercise, 6) reduced mental fatigue, 7) increased cognitive capacity post-exercise, 8) decreased muscle wasting, 9) performance enhancement in heat, at altitude, and in other situations, and 10) immune system support.

Before getting down to the business of addressing each of these claims vis-à-vis the scientific literature, I shall provide some background information on BCAAs and amino acids in general.

No doubt humans require protein. Dietary protein is digested enzymatically by our body into smaller molecules known as amino acids, which in turn are immediately absorbed by the small intestine. After entering each of our body’s cells, the amino acids are then used as building blocks for the manufacture of tens of thousands of different human proteins, including muscle tissue, which is largely protein.

Twenty types of amino acids are required by the body. Our cells have the ability to synthesize all but eight of the 20 amino acids. The eight we cannot synthesize are called “essential” amino acids, because they can only be obtained from our diet. The BCAAs—valine, leucine, and isoleucine—are three of the eight essential amino acids the body requires but cannot synthesize.

Why are BCAAs important to athletes? It is true that BCAAs, particularly leucine, play an important role in muscle synthesis. Not only do BCAAs take their place alongside other amino acids as raw materials in protein synthesis, but leucine acts uniquely as a signaling molecule that initiates post-exercise protein synthesis.

The importance of ingesting leucine post-exercise becomes abundantly clear when we learn that its intracellular concentration diminishes as a direct function of the duration of endurance exercise. The longer we exercise the less leucine there is to trigger post-exercise muscle protein synthesis.

Where do BCAAs get their name? All amino acids have the same general structure:
Note that the central carbon (C) atom has four bonds depicted as lines radiating out like points on a compass to four different groups called “side chains.” Three of the side chains are invariable. The variable fourth side chain (in green) determines the particular amino acid, in this case glycine. The BCAAs get their name from the fact that the variable fourth side chain is branched.
Locate the branched side chain located on the “south” side of each of the three BCAAs. Imagine valine as an aerodynamic Tour rider on a road bike, leucine as an upright randonneur, and isoleucine as a trick rider doing a wheelie.

Now it is time to unveil my list of ten alleged benefits of BCAAs followed by critical commentary:

1. Since the 1970s, assertions keep popping up that BCAAs act as fuel during exercise in addition to carbohydrate and fat. To the contrary, BCAAs are not performance enhancing in the sense that they provide a significant or “third” energy source for endurance athletes. Thus, the commercial claim quoted above that, “The body uses these essential amino acids as fuel during exercise,” is highly misleading. While it is true that amino acid breakdown during exercise may result in some energy production, it is trivially true.

According to one expert, a Tour de France cyclist consumes only twice the amount of BCAAs during competition as a sedentary individual. Compare this to both carbohydrate and fat consumption, where detailed studies have shown that

the oxidation of BCAAs only increases 2- to 3-fold during exercise, whereas the oxidation of carbohydrate and fat increases 10- to 20-fold.

Moreover, the same researcher argues that when athletes fuel primarily with carbohydrates as they normally do, BCAA oxidation slows.

[C]arbohydrate ingestion during exercise can prevent the increase in BCAA oxidation. BCAAs, therefore, do not seem to play a major role as a fuel during exercise, and from this point of view, the supplementation of BCAAs during exercise is unnecessary.
Yet another research team concludes that

Leucine oxidation increases in proportion to energy expenditure, but the total contribution of BCAA to fuel provision during exercise is minor and insufficient to increase dietary protein requirements.
2. The claim made by the first commercial provider above, that BCAAs play a role in “preserving muscle glycogen stores” is also misleading, again, because it is only trivially true.

We just noted above that during exercise the relationship between BCAAs and carbohydrates is the reverse of this last claim; that is, carbohydrate ingestion during exercise slows BCAA oxidation. But since BCAAs are gradually depleted as a function of exercise duration, it is not altogether clear how they could preserve muscle glycogen as claimed.

While it is true that BCAAs do cause glucose synthesis and subsequent gluconeogenesis (glycogen synthesis), it is difficult to understand the significance of these events in the grand scheme of muscle energetics in light of each of the previous comments.

3. There is good evidence that BCAAs aid muscle recovery. In fact, the mechanism by which leucine is thought to initiate post-exercise protein synthesis is well known.

And although researchers tell us that

endurance exercise reduces the rate of muscle protein synthesis in proportion to the duration and intensity of activity,
they remind us that the post-exercise ingestion of a combination of leucine and carbohydrate allows maximum stimulation of protein synthesis.

4. BCAAs do seem to reduce muscle damage that results from exercise, according to many experts, one of which notes:

BCAA supplementation before and after exercise has beneficial effects for decreasing exercise-induced muscle damage and promoting muscle-protein synthesis.
5. In some situations, BCAAs may reduce post-exercise muscle soreness and fatigue. One group of researchers found that delayed-onset muscle soreness (DOMS) that results from resistance exercise is attenuated by BCAA supplementation.

BCAA supplementation prior to squat exercise decreased DOMS and muscle fatigue occurring for a few days after exercise.

6. There seems to be good evidence that BCAAs can reduce mental fatigue, and that

7. BCAAs improve cognitive function post-exercise. First a note on what is meant by physical fatigue.

There are two components of physical fatigue that affect endurance athletic performance, that is, the ability to maintain power output. These are the peripheral and central (mental) components.

Peripheral factors affecting physical fatigue include failure in neuromuscular signaling, waste buildup, and muscle energy store depletion, for example.

Central (mental) factors of physical fatigue are less well known. Central fatigue however can be demonstrated by the fact that willful maximal muscle effort is less than that which can be achieved when the motor nerve to the same muscle is electrically stimulated.

According to a well respected study by a Swedish researcher,

[W]hen BCAAs were supplied to human subjects during a standardized cycle ergometer exercise their ratings of perceived exertion and mental fatigue were reduced, and, during a competitive 30-km cross country race, their performance on different cognitive tasks was improved after the race.
Part of the reason researchers believe that BCAAs reduce mental fatigue is that they seem to have cornered a mechanism for its action. In short, it is thought that BCAAs block the uptake of a particular serotonin precursor (the amino acid tryptophan) in the brain. Serotonin (5-HT) is thought to play a role in causing central fatigue.

8. BCAAs are currently being studied as a way to slow muscle wasting in the elderly. Although this has little to do with endurance athletes in their prime, muscle wasting known as sarcopenia is a direct function of aging processes. Medical researchers assert:

[L]ong-term essential amino acid supplementation may be a useful tool for the prevention and treatment of sarcopenia, particularly if excess leucine is provided in the supplement.
9. Finally, the claim that arises from time to time regarding the alleged performance enhancing nature of BCAAs. Although some have suggested that BCAAs help athletes perform at moderate levels (40% VO2max) in the heat (34° C/ 93.2° F), the evidence is equivocal. So too is the suggestion that athletes perform better at altitude after ingesting BCAAs.

Generally speaking, no study so far suggesting a performance enhancing effect of BCAAs for endurance athletes has been able to withstand criticisms concerning methodology. One team of researchers reports that

A number of research groups examined whether BCAA supplementation might have a beneficial effect on endurance performance, but the results are inconsistent.

10. Although controversial, at least one study suggests that BCAAs decrease the negative effects of long-term strenuous exercise on the immune response. While exercise generally bolsters the immune response, long-term strenuous exercise as a stressor can have the opposite effect. Whether BCAAs benefit those who over train is currently debatable.

In sum, there are indeed great benefits that BCAAs provide for endurance athletes, in particular, benefits relating to muscle recovery, maintenance, and growth, but also cognitive function and reduced physical fatigue caused by mental factors. On the other hand, claims regarding muscle energetics and increased performance are generally viewed by most experts as dubious at best.

What about the toxicity of BCAAs? Most athletes are aware of the problems associated with ingesting too much protein: kidney damage, arteriosclerosis, and dehydration, for example. The same prohibitions apply to BCAAs, although there don’t seem to be any problems inherent to them. One researcher notes that

Acute intake of BCAA supplements of about 10-30 g/d seem to be without ill effect.
Finally, one group of researchers assures us that

There are no reports concerning BCAA toxicity in relation to exercise and sports.

What about cost and availability of BCAAs? One can easily compare costs of supplements on the one hand with natural foods on the other. One researcher notes
a typical BCAA supplement sold in tablet form contains 100 mg of valine, 50 mg isoleucine, and 100 mg leucine. A chicken breast (100 g) contains ~470 mg valine, 375 mg isoleucine, and 656 mg leucine, the equivalent of about 7 BCAA tablets.

Plant products also contain BCAAs. The previous researcher reports that in fact,

One quarter cup of peanuts (60 g) contains even more BCAA and is equivalent to 11 tablets.

Endurance athletes need more protein than non-athletes but not as much as body builders. Most of us probably get as much protein as we need. The amount of protein we consume on a daily basis can easily be calculated and compared with recommended amounts.

The best time to consume complete proteins (along with carbohydrates to ensure maximal protein synthesis) is immediately after exercise, when the machinery of protein synthesis is literally waiting in the wings for raw material, a pool of exogenous amino acids. Complete proteins contain all 20 amino acids, including ample amounts of BCAAs. Examples include beans and rice or food of animal origin.

A little protein ingested during exercise may also help with sundry physiological processes like hydration given the fact that there are amino acid transporters whose activity aids intestinal water absorption, thereby aiding quick and maximal hydration.

Regarding the purchase of BCAAs, one can obtain powders of complete proteins that contain sufficient amounts of BCAAs at grocery stores or online and which generally cost much less than commercially supplied BCAA caplets.

The amounts of BCAAs in everyday foods, including plants material, can be found at web sites like this. Some of the highest levels of leucine are found, for example, in soy protein and spirulina, a sea weed. The optimal ratios of BCAAs occur naturally in food.

As parting advice, I wouldn’t become too anxious about BCAAs as long as I knew that I was getting sufficient amounts of (complete) protein in my diet. Researchers note that BCAAs consumed in excess are simply excreted by the body.

We’ll get a meal as soon as we finish, but for now just grab a burger or a pack of peanuts and . . .

Let’s ride!

Thursday, January 28, 2010

LEL Card

This arrived in yesterday's mail. Fun stamps -- the snail got it about right.



Planes, Chains and Aerobiles


Carving through a downhill turn on a bicycle is one of the great joys of riding. It feels like flying. I bet it was a similar sensation that hooked the Wright brothers too, launching their dreams of taking to the air. Bicycle technology was cutting-edge at the turn of the 20th century, and the Wrights used their considerable talents and wealth as high-end framebuilders to achieve their dreams of leaving the ground. Today, only five Wright bicycles are known to exist, and the Smithsonian's National Air and Space Museum displays this beauty alongside the brothers' original Wright Flyer. (courtesy NASM)


Here are some of my favorite shots from a recent trip to the Udvar-Hazy Annex of the NASM. Admission is free, though parking will cost you $15 a carload. I wonder how much they'd charge if you rolled up on a bicycle?

Tuesday, January 26, 2010

This Just In: Cheap Helmets Work Just Fine

Consumer Reports is blogging about recent tests on bicycle helmets ranging in price from $9.96 to $200. The findings? You get the same protection no matter how much you pay. Brand names are not mentioned, though they're not hard to guess if you click through to the results website. No word on how many laughs the $9.96 helmet got from motorists.

Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Some Days You Chase the Bear and....

By JERRY PHELPS

Finally—a Saturday above freezing and no rain in the forecast. That’s what we’ve all been waiting for right? Well nine of us anyway—the number that arrived for the 0700 start of the Lake Loop on Saturday, Jan. 16th. Mike, Branson, Mary, Tom, Maria, John, Gary, Bob, and me.

A little brisk at the start, but the weathermen were promising that the mercury would top out at about 55, making me wonder what I would do with my extra clothes as I was hoping to shed at least a couple of layers.

The 22 miles to Oxford flew by with all of us seeing each other at the control, but at the dam (mile 55) we had become separated.

Tom, Mary and I made it there first, only to see the flag pointed due north (no wonder we’d had such an easy time of it). Branson and Mike soon joined us both riding fixies.



Mike launched a ten mile attack on Boydton, claiming he had no speedo on his bike and didn’t know how fast we were going. As we rolled into town with Mike still on the front, I thought I saw a twinkle in the eye of the Confederate soldier as a native son led us into town.

While dining we kept a close eye out for the others and were informed by some locals that they were on the other side of the courthouse. Gary had a lost a cleat bolt, and couldn’t get his shoe out of the egg beater. After searching high and low, mostly low, and not finding the escaped hardware, he rolled on reciting his mantra for the rest of the day—Unclip on the right, unclip on the right.

Skipwith beckoned and we were there in a hurry, although the slight wind was a little less favorable.

[Editor's note: Kudzu out of Kontrol on the Skipwith Road.]



And then onto Clarksville, but since we’d dined in Boydton there was no need for a stop. The llamas were hanging out in their usual spot—even they looked happy with the warmth. The five of us regrouped in Stovall so Mike could lead us up the “Mountain.” He’s found a new route out of town that avoids some traffic, adds a big hill, but no distance. The hill comes precisely at mile 100 and it’s the biggest hill of the ride without a doubt. It definitely gets your attention, and the dogs at top saw us as easy pickins.

Oxford came into view again and Bob caught us at the control as we were about to pull out. A high speed run with us all taking our turns in the lead brought us to the end of Cannady Mills Road where we spotted this guy. Kinda stiff—but at least he smelled nice.



Had to look twice to made sure I hadn’t been transported into John Irving’s latest novel.

And the final 12 miles back to the firehouse were a real pleasure as we again took turns pulling. Even though the pace seemed brisk all day, our time was just over 10 hours. Must be something to that air density thing Dean blogged about earlier. No frozen sweat in the jacket Saturday—no jacket either.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Road Trip: Tarheels in Gainesville

Check out the brand new randonneuring poster and poster child.

Without a doubt, Lin had way too much fun in Gainesville this past weekend. When Laura turned him over to us for safe keeping, we were obviously guilty of being way too permissive. Sridhar and I apparently forgot whose turn it was to watch him.

Thing is, we’re still at a loss as to what really transpired. Did Lin take a BMX side excursion (Sridhar’s hypothesis)? Or did he and Sridhar just get into it some where along the way (my hypothesis)? For Lin’s part, he’s not talking. Could he have really gone after that gator that caught him in a stare down? If that’s the case, then not only did Lin live to not talk about it, but the understanding—What happens in Gainesville stays in Gainesville—remains intact.

Five wet NC Randonneurs at the finish of this year’s Gainesville 200km (l.- r., Alan, Dean, Mike O, Lin, Sridhar).

Owing to well-lubricated roads, triangle tarheels’ elapsed time of under 9:30 wasn’t too shabby, considering we’d taken time out for a catered lunch; lollygagged at a couple of controls; stood around “helping” change a flat and adjust a derailleur. Not to mention sundry other antics which were nothing more than veiled time-killing activities in last ditch hopes of maintaining some sort of face-saving pretension of early-season fitness.

In anticipation of what has now become almost an annual event for a few Triangle-area randonneurs, e-mails danced back and forth last week with subject lines about potential eateries, weather forecasts, and riding clothes. The same was probably true in other randonneuring enclaves sealed off by winter’s cold.

Upon awakening the morning of our ride, we brushed the sleep from our eyes, turned on the coffee pot in our room, and began munching calorie-dense scones we’d procured the previous evening from Panera Bread.

Note the really clean bikes already prepped, lining the hallway, dutifully and eagerly awaiting their riders.

All we had to do was pull on our cycling clothes and head out the door to the parking garage less than a hundred yards away where we’d join some 60 other randonneurs under bright fluorescent lights reflecting off yellow and orange rain gear in anticipation of a rainy day.

I should have suspected something when I glanced at my controle card and saw a leaping frog!

RBA Jim provided pre-ride instructions. He delivered part pep talk, part etiquette rules, part safety instructions.

I imagined hearing him say that the rain probably wouldn’t be as bad as the forecasters had predicted, not to pilfer oranges, feed the panthers, or pet the alligators. But I could be wrong. Admittedly, I should be more attentive at crucial moments like these. I get distracted by the bright lights, the vivid colors, the cool bikes, the crowd of people, my pounding heart . . .

At any rate, I distinctively heard Jim say, “It’s 7:30. Go!”

He must have said it because both Lin and Sridhar jumped out with me ahead of everyone.

We headed out of the parking garage onto SW 16 St. Our lead group of five or so was able to catch the green light at the first turn—hmm, SW 16 Ave—then two blocks later, the green light crossing over US 441. The second light pinched off the rest of the pack, which we were able to hold at bay all the way into the first control at mile 34.

Sridhar, Lin, and me heading toward the water park in Gainesville.

Membership of our small group remained in flux the first four or five miles. Three strong riders, including Lin’s friend, the affable “grand randonnée” Judith, went off the front and disappeared for good.

Our group dropped one, reeled another in, while three caught us from behind. Eventually, seven of us—Lin, Sridhar, Cory, Roger, Van, Terry and me—settled into a rotating paceline for the next 50 miles.

Here is Sridhar (yellow) and Roger, who is down from Georgia and glad to be riding in Florida. Roger said they’d been gripped by a cold spell since before January and that he was tired of ice freezing in his beard. At least the cool rain today was not freezing. Incidentally, Roger is excited about serving as a 2010 volunteer for the support crew for fellow Georgian randonneur and last-year RAAM notable, Kevin K. Go Kevin!

Our group finally pulled into the first en-route control (mile 34), where I grabbed a bottle of water and got my card signed before the horde that was chasing us descended.

Here come Phil and Woody from South Carolina; our Alan and Mike; Andy and the Georgia crowd; as well as a dozen or more folks down from Ohio; with many more to come.

Phil from South Carolina.

Alan and Mike at the first en-route contrôle.

Our original group left together, quickly forming another paceline.

Cory, Roger, Sridhar, Van, Terry . . .

Lin and cyclotourist me taking the picture.

Cory is a Floridian. Awaiting her RUSA number, this was her first-ever brevet. A strong rider, she regularly rides with a group of “tough” riders who have a habit of riding 70 miles before taking a break. Terry and Van are also from Florida.

Roger springs a flat and the paceline pulls over to “help,” or, as Sridhar says, “take a bio-break.” We learn that it’s a very tiny red-glass shard poking through his front Michelin that’s causing the problem.

Having knowingly relinquished our position, we wave to the pacelines now overtaking us, who ask if we need help.

We regroup under hazy drizzle.

Just before the lunch control, Lin needs to make a mechanical adjustment. Although Lin insists that we go ahead with the group, Sridhar and I won’t give him the satisfaction. Instead, we wish to make him suffer as a direct result of our company.

At the lunch control (mile 73), Meegan outdoes herself again this year. Cold drinks, pasta salad, and desserts await riders. Meegan personally serves each rider, constructing special-order sandwiches on the spot. Not only that, we dine on china using real silver ware, socializing with friends.

Finally with full tummies and Camelbaks, we hit the road again. Everything was mellow until we turned right onto NW 32 Ave at mile 94. What happened next I’m not exactly sure, but by the time we made a left just a mile and a half later, it was all over, and Lin looked like he’d just been crowned BMX champion.

A little later, Sridhar, Lin, and I were joined by a group of five-or-so cyclists at an intersection who were awaiting some “wheels.” We gathered they meant us, when they fell in right behind us.
Just before entering the last en-route control at mile 106, we heard the clap of thunder. That meant that in addition to donning reflective gear and riding with lights for the last 20 miles due to the darkening sky, we’d also don rain gear. Alan and Mike pulled in after us, so we decided to wait for them and ride together as a group the last leg of the journey, Team Tarheel.

No more pictures. It was time to seal the camera inside a plastic baggie and place the baggie inside my pannier out of the rain for the remainder of the ride.

A shame, since for me at least, the last leg was the most memorable—five buddies riding through the countryside in the rain, through the puddles: kids on bicycles in the spring rain.

After arriving back at the hotel, signing and relinquishing our contrôle cards and showering, we set about the business of deciding what and where we were going to eat. Having had Mexican the night before, we settle on Thai over animated conversation of the day’s events and past rides.

The name, Yo A, is mentioned more than once across the weekend. Highly fitting since Adrian “pioneered” the Gainesville trek for Triangle folks.

Eight hours in a car to Gainesville. Ten hours on a bike. Eight hours in a car to Raleigh. Eight hours is too long to spend in a car. —Adrian Hands, 2008


Securing bikes the next morning for the return trip in the squinty sun, the locals had witnessed a little taste of legendary Alan’s rain-making prowess on the previous day.

Here’s hoping for a return trip! Thanks to Jim and Meegan for hosting another spectacular event and for making us out-of-towners feel special!

Congratulations to Mike O, who with this ride is now within a couple of months of his R-12. For me, the ride represents R-36.

Let’s ride!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Phun Physiology: How Cold Is It? Check Your Humoral Thermometers

Boys on bicycles in village of Cheremshanka, eastern Siberia, February 2002. Photo by Oleg Nikishin.
Randonneuring blogs this time of year have a certain fascination with and well-placed respect for temperature.

When one of our local riders, Jerry, noted that the sweat in the sleeves on his jacket was frozen at the conclusion of an early-January ride, it caused me to think about how cold it must have been.

His comment reminded me of the classic children’s story by Jack London, “To Start a Fire,” in which spittle froze before reaching the snow-covered ground.

As he turned to go on, he spat speculatively. There was a sharp, explosive crackle that startled him. He spat again. And again, in the air, before it could fall to the snow, the spittle crackled. He knew that at fifty below spittle crackled on the snow, but this spittle had crackled in the air. Undoubtedly it was colder than fifty below—how much colder he did not know.

The scenario hints at a well-known aspect of science: different solutions freeze at different temperatures. We all know, for example, that water freezes at 32° F, while antifreeze freezes at a much lower temperature.
We use this type of information instinctively when we see a frozen puddle of water alongside the road and surmise that the ambient temperature is probably 32°F or lower.
The temperatures at which many other solutions freeze, including body fluids called “humors,” have been cataloged. Some of this information might be interesting, if not useful, to a cyclist. The one exception might be blood, which freezes between -2 and -3 °C (28.4 and 26.6 °F), since it may be difficult to distinguish between freezing and coagulation, I’m not sure.

Before answering how cold it must have been in order for Jerry’s sweat to freeze in the sleeves on his jacket on that January-cold 200km bicycle ride, our customary science lesson is in order.

Returning to our previous example, we know that water in its purest form freezes at 32° Fahrenheit (F) or 0° Canadian, otherwise known as Celsius (C). But if water has other items dissolved in it, ions and/or non-water molecules, then the freezing point— of what’s now considered a water solution—is lowered directly in proportion to the amount of the dissolved items (solutes).

The lowering of the freezing point of a solution to which solutes have been added is referred to as “freezing point depression.” That salt water freezes at a lower temperature than pure water illustrates this principle.

Consequently, we might correctly predict that body fluids, which contain mostly water, freeze at temperatures below 32 °F, since they include ingredients in addition to water.

Applying our present understanding (thereby demonstrating we have true knowledge and making Socrates very happy), we know that for Jerry’s sweat to have frozen, the ambient temperature on his sleeve must have been below 32 °F. Luckily for inquiring minds, the temperature range at which sweat freezes is known. We would expect a temperature range, since the composition of sweat varies for an assortment of reasons.

That range, -0.08 °C to -1.00 °C (31.86 °F and 30.2 °F), is consistent with the temperatures on the day that Jerry rode. But remember that this only tells us the temperatures at which sweat freezes; it could have been much colder than that. And in this case, it was.

What about the freezing point of saliva? Well that, too, is known (0.07 to 0.34 °C, or 31.87 to 31.39 °F), although, unlike the Jack London short story, unless you are willing to venture to the top of Grandfather Mountain, for example, you probably will not get a chance to determine the “crackling point” temperature of saliva in mid-air.

If you should go to Grandfather Mountain where it is not only cold (record -32 °F) but clothes-flapping windy (record 107 mph), here is some good advice from Jim Croce on experimental design you might want to consider.

While we are at it, how cold must it be for urine to freeze? Well, believe it or not, this has also been worked out by scientists _ _ _ _ -ing away their time in the lab (the correct missing word is “whiling”). Urine freezes between -0.45 °C and -2.5 °C (31.19 °F and 27.5 °F), which is a few degrees below the freezing point of saliva, perhaps useful information to a cyclist.

What about frozen eyeballs? After all, isn’t there watery stuff in the eyes? Some time ago, I read something about eyeballs freezing during an outdoor motorcycle race on the ice in Siberia, although I can’t seem to lay my hands on the article now. Perhaps it was nothing more than figurative speech.

Aside from the drinks with the same name, by most accounts, frozen eyeballs are not something about which cyclists need to worry. The eyeball does have a watery fluid (aqueous humor) in its anterior (front) chamber just behind the front outer clear cornea on which you place your contact lens. But the eye, located in the eye socket, is surrounded and protected by warming tissues including an ample blood supply. If in doubt, one could don protective goggles.

Although not really a body fluid—unless of course you are a Russian who binges or an American who downs too many frozen eyeballs—vodka has a really low freezing point.

80 proof vodka will freeze at approximately -26.95 °C or -16.51 °F.

100 proof vodka will freeze at approximately -40.43 °C or -40.78 °F.

Pure ethanol, the active ingredient in vodka, freezes at −114.3 °C.

It goes without saying that if your vodka should freeze on a bike ride, you are in really big trouble.

He travels fastest who travels alone . . . but not after the frost has dropped below zero fifty degrees or more.Yukon Code
From a literary perspective, should you wish to compose a Londonesque short story for children about the north woods, you should probably try using another body humor in reference to the cold, since saliva is no longer considered novel. And stylistically, you might substitute a suitable onomatopoeic word for “crackle,” now inextricably linked with saliva. You could choose a perfectly good children’s word.



In summary, here’s your cycling-survivalist’s cheat sheet, with body fluids listed in descending order according to freezing point.

Body Humors
and
Reference Points Freezing Point (°F)
Water/ 32
Saliva/ 31.9 — 31.4
Sweat/ 31.9 — 30.2
Urine/ 31.2 — 27.5
Blood/ 28.4 — 26.6
Vodka (80/100 proof) -16.5/-40.8

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. One more piece of advice. When it gets really cold, try to remember not to lick your steel touring bike . . .

Let’s ride (in Florida)!

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

cold Cumberland Valley ride

Saturday, we packed up the wagon and headed north, straight into the teeth of Old Man Winter. Forgot my in-laws had 18 inches of snow recently, and with arctic air firmly entrenched, there was still plenty of snow (by my North Carolina standards.) After a few days without a ride, I was starting to lose it. Finally, the thermometer broke 30, and I broke out on the fixed-gear. It turned out to be a great ride along the Mason-Dixon Line, through the bucolic wonders of the Cumberland Valley. Here are some photos I snagged along the way..


Sunday, January 3, 2010

Salisbury 200K: The Arctic Edition

The best thing about riding a lot in the cold is that you know how to ride in the cold when it gets really cold. Like Saturday’s 200K out of Salisbury, NC, hosted by RBA Tony Goodnight. Down here in North Carolina, we’re used to 90 degree heat waves with heavy, humid air that puts pressure on your skull bones. Winter time is some of our best riding, when temperatures start in the mid 40s but climb up to the high 50s, low 60s by mid-afternoon. We don’t get much of the Arctic freezes like we’re having this winter, the kind that makes you think twice about walking 25 feet out the front door to pick up the morning newspaper. Hell, you can just read it online.

Now, we don’t pretend to know what the hardy folks from the Snow Belt of Minnesota or New York endure this time of year. Chances are you guys have it way rougher, and our hats are off to you. Still, no matter how you slice it, Saturday’s ride was cold. We had a temperature swing of only 7 degrees, from 26 to 33. The 26 actually came at the end of the day, when an angry northern wind rocked the mercury back on its heels, sometime after three as the sun dropped below the tree line.

The cold considerably thinned the starting line-up. A couple riders bailed publicly on the NC Randon listserve; others had their wives phone it in. So there we were, the Magnificent Seven, cocooned in multiple layers, narrowed, skeptical eyes squinting out from the thin coin slots of balaclavas.

All that cold riding I mentioned? I have a lot of things figured out. How to keep the hands warm, and the arms warm and core warm. I’m still working on the feet. They ached for 30 minutes or so until I fired up the engine room and stoked a little warm blood through them. My threesome – me, Joel and Jerry - actually had it pretty good until the turnaround in Mt. Gilead, at the Food King! (that punctuation is part of the name). The wind was on our backs, so we knew we’d pay dearly – as we motored along at 15 or so, several leaves passed us, surfing the pavement on a cruel northwest wind.

When we turned, so did our fortunes. We battled icy headwinds for the next 60 miles. Joel did the lion’s share of the pulling, and we occasionally lost Jerry, who was riding a single speed and kept his own rhythm through the many hilly portions. The only thing that kept us warm was a back-and-forth about the cinematic merits of the various Scarlett Johansson movies and discussion about the wikipedia listing of an adult movie star named Joel Lawrence.

The unrelenting wind began to angle in from 10 o’clock, numbing the left side of my face and my lips. Twenty miles out and late into the afternoon, the thermometer shed a couple more degrees. Any pretense of fun was gone now. We were just looking to get er done and start an internal combustion motor and fire up the heater. We rolled in at 5:37, just as the sky began to darken.

We had a post-ride barbecue celebration – dark chopped pork edges, red slaw, French fries, hush puppies -- at the former Honey Monks in Lexington (now Lexington Barbecue #1). As I downed a second Styrofoam cup of Cheerwine, I could hear Joel hitting the go button again on the handwarmer in the men’s room.

Another fun day on the bikes. Thanks to Tony for hosting, and to all for the company. Sorry, no pix. The iPhone screen doesn’t work when you’re wearing gloves and it was too cold to take em off. A special congrats to Jerry, who I believe now has R-46, meaning 46 months in a row of a 200k or more.

Post script: Joel sent along this note, posted Saturday, by one of the local clubs:

Due to extreme weather conditions (18 wind chill at 10:00), there will be no ride leader tomorrow. For anyone still interested, it will be show and go on your own.

He also sent along a picture of these two dogs that chased us near the Rowan County line....