The summer before I started highschool, my school had a lifting program for freshman that wanted to play football. Since I wanted to try out, I did it.
After the end of the first week, the coaches had all the kids run a mile as hard as they can (this was right after about an hour of light lifting). Once we walked over to the track, we saw an alumni of the school (that then was playing for USC) running on the track. He was a linebacker or safety I think. Anyways, him and my coach started talking, and then the coach says to us: "If anybody can beat him in the mile, I will buy them fatburger for lunch." The alumni says, "Hey hey hey, I just ran 2 miles...I don't know how well that bet will hold up." I guess he'd been doing some cross-training as well.
So the coach says go, and I get out a bit hard, but not too fast (I had learned my lesson from running a couple 1500's earlier that summer that my dad put me in at an open meet). I gap the guy, but he's still hanging on. Anyway, I get to the bell lap pretty confident that I was going to win...until the last 100m when I look to my right and the alumni is kicking like crazy. I then start my kick, and just barely edge him out at the line. 5:00 was my time, 5:01 for the alumni.
After this, the coach pulls me aside and tells me maybe I should do cross country. I said no, being that running 3 miles over hills sounds just crazy. I stayed on the team and was a starting wr and db. Never a superstar, but good enough to play. In spring I run track and run the 1600 in 4:40, and in the fall I run xc, being that I'd rather be a varsity xc runner, than a jv football player.
To this day, I can't believe that USC player ran a 5:01, after doing his workout. Pretty damn impressive if you ask me.