Andreas took off his robes, leaving on only a shirt and his pants (and ofcourse the mask) before he got into position. He wasn't sure if he even needed to use the force in this one; he had trained his body to it's limits. People don't get much faster than him. At the sound of the signal, he bolted off, starting out steadily. As the race went on and others started do fall back, he was just getting warmed up. Later, going full speed at 39 MPH, Andreas noticed that there was one runner left matching his speed, which was rather impressive. It's not that he was afraid of any suffering that was to come upon him if he lost, but it would defeat the purpose of entering the race if he didn't use it. He began to concentrate, applying the force to his muscles and feeling the sensation of it ease his movements. He felt lighter, nimbler and more energized. Above all he felt faster. The world around him seemed to pass in slow motion as he put one foot in front of the other, breathed in and out. Looking back, he noticed the other man had fallen far behind, very far. Looking at the audience, he saw a spoiled child throwing a hot dog at the back of Lucien's head, which he prevented by pulling out a small blaster (he always carries one) and shooting in the path of the hotdog, the slow motion red bolt levitating towards it in it's liesure. He reholstered his gun and by the time he looked forward again, he passed the finish line.
He ceased the flow of force into his muscles and dug his feet into the ground to slow himself. Soon after, there was the familiar burn of muscles tearing themselves apart . He was sore for now and really needed to take a seat but his muscles would rebuild themselves and be stronger than ever.