I have a pretty good story back from my days working at the local running shop. My best days as a runner were high school. I wouldn't say I was a local legend, but I was certainly locally known. I won a state 1600m title junior year and a state 800m title senior year, with solid PRs from 800-3200 and a decent XC resume. I didn't ever match my high school success in college, though I improved my PRs slightly, before moving to 5k/10k. I didn't run at all my freshman year, suffering from three consecutive stress fractures.
Anyway, I worked at a running store all through high school, college, and my first two years out of college. The summer after my freshman year of college, a younger guy comes into the store.
He tells me he's looking for good trainers for XC. He said he attended a d1 school and was gonna be a sophomore. Although he didn't run freshman year, the coach found out he was going to school there and convinced him to join the team.
"Awesome, you must be pretty solid if the coach wants you on the team."
"Well yeah, I won states in the 800m two years ago."
I don't really know what my facial expression was, but I tried very hard not to smirk. The kid claimed to have won MY 800m title, haha. Apparently, he didn't recognize me, even though I was recognized a lot, particularly in the running shop.
I got his name when he paid for the shoes and looked him up. He was actually decent, 4:28 1600 and 1:58 800. But the audacity he had to lie about winning a state title was unbelievable. Especially because he was telling the lie to the person who actually won the state title.
Now that I'm a hobby jogger, I don't bring up my high school days with my training partners who are all significantly faster than me at this point in life.