Showing posts with label Michael Schumacher. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Michael Schumacher. Show all posts

Monday, April 19, 2010

Still got it?

Many people, since the start of the season, have started to question Michael Schumacher's ability to be competitive. His results are consistently lower than his 24 year-old team mate, leaving Norbert Haug (president of all Mercedes motorsport) defending him after every race. Now, I will grant you that he is still adjusting to a wildly different car to the one he used to drive, and a wildly different set of rules to the ones he last raced under. However, Jaime Alguersuari (who is not racing fit, having spent most of the last season as a test driver) can hold him back in a wheel-to-wheel battle in a slower car, despite being significantly less experienced.

Let's look at this rationally for a second. Racing is hard on a person. The suspension on racing cars is very hard, so every bump in the track is felt with full force in the sit bones. Speaking of sit bones, the chairs are mounted so low that sometimes, if the bottom of the car gets damaged, the drivers get heat burns from their seats rubbing against the tarmac (I refer you to David Coulthard's autobiography). The drivers' heart rates regularly reaches 180 beats per minute (bpm) during strenuous parts of the race. The mental acuity required to think fast enough at 300 km/h to predict braking points for corners and respond to track incidents is fairly high.

Let's start with the skeletal issues. Bones degenerate with age. More importantly, the bits in between the bones degenerate. If an individual is repeatedly exposed to compressional forces on the spine, the risk of back pain (whether that's due to degradation of the intervertebral discs [IVDs. The squishy things that hold your spine bones apart and cushion them], or injury and incomplete recovery of the intervertebral ligaments [tiny little pieces of fibrous tissue - like the ones you break when you rip a chicken drumstick away from the thighs - that hold the vertebrae in position] caused by repetitive exposure to stress) increases. I could go into a lengthy discussion at this point about elasticity thresholds and decreased tolerance, but it's a bit dull and largely tangential. Instead, I'll point out that, after forty, these types of injuries become more common. Schumacher is 41, and thus within range to be susceptible to senescent soft-tissue spinal injuries. If one takes into consideration that he has been exposing his spine to repeated, sharp, compressive forces (the kind most likely to cause injury) for the better part of twenty years, it's possible that one or two minor injuries exist already. One can have them repaired, but back surgery usually causes more problems than it solves.

Moving onto heart rates. Basically, there is a maximum number of beats that your heart can handle in one minute. If you out-do that, you go into cardiac arrest. Likewise, if you stay too close to this for too long, your body limits your performance to preserve your vital organs - brain, heart, etc. Now, maximal heart rate decreases with age. There are various prediction equations, my preferred one is discussed here. If one calculates the maximal heart rate for a 41 year-old, it comes out at 179.3 bpm. That's slightly under the hypothetical max for Schumacher's age. However, two things must be taken into consideration:
1) Schumacher has been a professional athlete for years, so his heart muscle is in better condition than most people his age
2) The equation underestimates maximal heart rate in older age groups (how old the researchers mean by "older" remains to be experimentally determined, but perhaps the forties falls into that category?)
Thus, it is entirely possible that his cardiac tolerance is not a significant issue. However, I did feel like it needed to be raised.

Finally, onto mental acuity. The brain needs oxygen (funny, that). As one ages, the oxygen assimilation rate (how easily oxygen is absorbed into the blood) decreases. This, in turn, decreases the brain's ability to function. Now, imagine that you're exercising hard and most of your oxygen is going to your muscles. Not so easy to think hard then, is it? In addition, memory (which really helps when predicting upcoming corners) and speed-accuracy performance decrease with age. If speed and accuracy are diminished, this would explain his lack of edge. That said, he has been racing for years. He has trained his brain to process in a certain way through years of driving, so certain reactions will have become muscle memory.

So, basically, what I'm saying is this: is it possible that, as motivated and determined as he ever was, Schumi's body isn't up to the challenge. Don't get me wrong, he's still in great shape. However, he's competing against a field of people, most of whom are at least ten years' younger than him. That gives them an edge. Perhaps a comeback wasn't the wisest decision?

Monday, April 12, 2010

Why fans?

Over the last week, I've been thinking. Okay, let me qualify that: I've been over-thinking. With all the drama happening around our house last week (another post, another time. It all needs to be resolved before I blog about it), I needed time out. My brain predictably went to one of its happy places - this time, F1 (shock, horror). Specifically, why we are fans.

I'm not talking about why we watch (although that is another post for another time, because it's more complicated than just supporting a driver), I'm talking about why we pick one driver or team from an entire field. We then make idiots of ourselves, often in public places. We choose one element of a set and devote time and effort convincing everyone else of the validity of our choice. Even if we didn't pick the one who wins the most, we still justify our choice. Quite a few people choose team or driver based on national loyalty, which is easy if you're from a country that spawns good drivers (a number have veritable phone directories of drivers to choose from. For example, being Brazilian offers a four-way choice of loyalty this year). Some (*cough* SchuVader fans *cough) will blindly support one driver, regardless of their behaviour or ethics, simply because they're the most likely to win. The rest of us choose an underdog.

We go to great lengths to meet these people who, frankly, we have nothing in common with. Sometimes, we'll stand out in the rain all night, or crowd into a room for a crazy autograph session with very little chance of making it to the front (as is witnessed by the shot to the left)! Occasionally, we'll make a giant banner and hang it over the front of an almost-empty grandstand during a practice session.



It would be hypocritical of me not to point out, at this juncture, that I would jump around on my tippie-toes at the prospect of spending time chatting to "my boys". I'd love to take them for a drink! I suspect I vary from a large number of girl fans in that I wouldn't (or, I hope I wouldn't) make an arse of myself trying to convince one of them to...how can I put this...contribute to the next generation of racers with me. I think that goes for most male fans too, since I don't know a male F1 fan who admires them for more than racing skill or "sportsmanship" (okay, just the one, but his boyfriend also thinks racing drivers are hot, so maybe that explains it).

In a way, we have "lecturer crushes" on them. Perhaps I should explain what a "lecturer crush" is. When one first gets to uni, all the post-grads and lecturers seem so very knowledgeable about subjects that we find fascinating. We then get overwhelming urges to buy them a drink (or, at least, at Rhodes we do, given that we run into them in bars fairly frequently) and talk shop with them. After all, if you're nerdily interested in something, why not talk to an expert about it? Seriously, imagine chatting about dorky F1 technical stuff with a driver...to be able to ask questions and find out how it really feels to drive the car without the media-friendly bulls**t. For sure, we'd like that.

Mostly, though, I think we're fans for the vicarious thrill. When we've spent a fair few races jumping up and down out of our seats, yelling for our man to overtake/drive faster/hold [insert name here] behind him, the podium is an ecstatic moment! Alternatively, as Lotus supporters will confirm, seeing them do marginally better than all the other back-of-the-grid teams is positively electrifying (mostly, though, we just want to see Richard Branson dressed as a flight attendant in drag). It becomes a metaphor for stuff we're missing in life, and so seeing our team pull it together and get a good result makes us feel like problems are less impossible.

Alternatively, we watch for the same reason as soccer fans: the occasional glimpse of them topless...[I would post topless pics of them but 1) I think it would be tacky and 2) the only one I can find with decent resolution is of SchuVader himself; I decided not to scar your minds with that one]