In high school we were at a decent sized invite. Most of the events were decently strong, but not anything too exciting, but for some reason the 1600 was absolutely pathetic. I went out in 70 and was in a huge group of like 12. I just sat on some guy who was literally 6'5(I'm 6, so being dwarfed like that was unusual:I was a running nerd who knew basically anyone in the state who was halfway decent but had no clue who this kid was, I figured some senior or junior who had just started track), another big third lap of 68 and its just me and this guy. We come through at 3:30 and I'm in 4:25 shape or so at this point, and had speed so I figured I would just blow his doors off. The pace stays about 68 for the next 200, then I make my move. I'm all out sprinting and flying with about 210 to go, but he matches the move. With 100 to go I go a little wide and turn on everything I've got. I get by him with 60 meters to go and he slows down a lot, I'll never know if he was just exhausted or because he was beaten. I ran a 26.5 last 200. As it turns out though, the kid was only a freshman, and went on to be multi-time state champ in xc and track.