I never ran a high school race. I was a baseball player like my father.
My dad did run one race in high school. The story goes that the track coach saw he didn't have a game on Saturday. This was the Saturday of the regional meet and his small school needed some more runners to round out the squad.
Dad agreed to run and brought his baseball spikes to take him around the 220-yard dirt track set up in the mountains of Kentucky. The coach entered him in the 440-yard dash.
When the gun went off, so did he. He immediately took the lead and held on to win the race.
This qualified him for the state meet, but he never went. He had to play first base that weekend.
So dear old dad was undefeated in high school track.