Runner at the same given speed as a skater might take six steps for every skating "step"—generating less force per leg-muscle contraction. If both athletes exerted the same effort, with heart rates of 120 beats per minute, say, the skater would be almost four times faster.
The oldest bone skates used with the push pole simply would not go very fast; the pros only managed a single speed of about 2.5 miles per hour (mph). Of course, even to achieve a steady, safe walking pace such as that would have been a big advantage to someone on a flat, icy river. The earliest metal-bladed skates that were tested allowed a near doubling of the slow, steady speed, but also permitted a fast gait of about 9 mph. Better bindings and thinner blades further enhanced speeds, culminating in a fast gait of about 15 mph with the modern non-klap skates that were tested.
Not surprisingly, the more modern skates delivered not only on speed but also on distance covered. By far the most impressive increases, though, have to do with efficiency relative to speed. Consider a skater working herself to a point of exhaustion in ten minutes; on the oldest skates or the newest ones, she is putting in the same amount of energy. Yet on the newest blades she could travel considerably farther. Her stride frequency stays the same and her leg muscles continue to operate at high power, independent of forward speed (unlike a runner that squeezes out less force the faster the leg muscles move.)
Runner at the same given speed as a skater might take six steps for every skating "step"—generating less force per leg-muscle contraction. If both athletes exerted the same effort, with heart rates of 120 beats per minute, say, the skater would be almost four times faster.
Formenti and Minetti have gone on to test the bone skates in different locations, and have found that their benefits must have varied with the topography, particularly the number and length of lakes; Finland, with more than 60,000 lakes, seems the ideal locale and the likely place of origin for them. Considering my poor ankles, I might opt for the skates of yore on my next visit to the rink and punt around on horse metacarpals, big stick in hand to fend off any whizzing, would-be Bobby Orrs.