Sorry man, world records are second to titles. Period. If you set a WR on the way to an Olympic gold, world championship, or big (non-rabbited) marathon (are there any?) then you've really accomplished something.
Setting a WR with rabbits at night at just the right altitude with Jupiter aligned with Mars, stepping on the inside white line every third step really isn't the greatest accomplishment on Earth. Olympic gold would be.
Some people race to set PRs, but never reach their full potential because they don't just let it hang out trying to get a win.
I'll make it simple for you. Who was the 10K WR holder going into the Tokyo Olympics? Fuck if I know either. Who won gold? Billy Mills. Ask Billy which he would rather have, a WR that has been eclipsed about 2 dozen times by drugged up runners behind rabbits, or an Olympic gold in one of the most exciting finishes in history.
It's sad that you still don't know what this is all about yet. There's time, young man.