I'll go first:
ran d1. was the classic "last kid in the fast heat" type of guy. outdoor track, coming back from a winter of injury my coach had me on an aggressive mileage program to get me back in shape that just left me overtrained. all while taking my hardest semester of MechE classes.
was entered in a 2 mile about a 60m drive from my hometown so my mom came up to watch. coach seeded me wayyyy to fast so I got tossed in the fastest heat where I certainly didn't belong in my current state. gun went off and the pace was way too hot from the start for how fried my legs and body were. before I knew it I was alone off the back where I heard my coach yell at me to "quit feeling sorry for myself." soon after that, he simply walked away and stopped giving me splits. I recall seeing my mom in the stands who was still hoping to snap a picture of me, her son, running in a big D1 track meet. something about that just shattered my heart into pieces. obviously finished DFL, may have even gotten lapped by the winner, I don't recall. on the cooldown I took a detour to go cry in some woods.
fortunately the suffering stopped shortly after that race when I tore my meniscus and was forced to sit out the rest of the season.