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I am really questioning my participation in the research study. My legs are quite sore and at this point I'm really just hoping not to injure myself. This could easily happen when you hop on a treadmill going 14mph and sprint without any real progression into the act. The woodway is a pretty nice piece though and it's interesting to get alot of feedback on my capabilities as a runner. The head professor got really jazzed that he was able to show me how to use the treadmill at high speeds and tell me that if I only do some intense workouts, I will all of a sudden become an unstoppable runner and start winning all those races I was losing in the finishing sprint. It's hard not to accommodate his thinking but he hasn't considered the fact that I have in fact tried to do such training when I was younger and I'm a much better runner now without the aid of such training mainly because I just don't respond really well to that type of training. If I were going to set up a program with touching on these speeds, they would be much more controlled and progressive than these, which are essentially all maximal and therefore presenting a high risk of injury.

My recent performances (on successive days)
were 90 seconds a@ 14mph, 16 minutes @ 11.7mph, 3 minutes at 13.4mph, 5 minutes at 12.7mph. I was really sore by the second day and in the 15 minutes between efforts, when they were using the treadmill for another test, I stiffened up and was in agony for the first 2 minutes of my next trial. The same tests will be repeated next week under the influence of Gametime, a pre-workout supplement with creatine, amino acids, etc. all the things that an endurance runner needs (and wants) to be consuming 20 minutes prior to a workout.

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