I was in grad school at Cornell during '01/'02 and I occasionally ran with the team. Max King and some guy in the 14:20-14:30 5k range were their top runners. I didn't do the session under discussion, but I did watch a bunch of it. The pre-workout anxiety was greater than that of a major race. After they got down to pace, one by one guys fell off the 30-second group until it was just King and the other guy for a long time. I think King hung in there for several on his own. The fun part was watching him and wondering when he was going to quit. The session didn't have a number of reps assigned, just do 200s until you couldn't do them in 30 seconds anymore. King was going for the school record, I beleive. On the rep he decided would be his last, he crossed the line, jogged a few steps, then popped himself into the air like he was jumping into a swimming pool and landed flat on his back on a folding table with no effort whatsoever to break his fall. It was as if he said, "I'm going to toss my body on this here table and you can give me an IV or you can bury me on it, I don't care". It was awesome.
For years afterwards, every time I saw a result with Max King's name in it, I thought, "Yep, I'm not surprised at all. That's one tough motherfugger".