Or, when is a record not a record?
My Dad used to own a book called 'How to lie with statistics'.
Only once in my life, I have finished a parkrun with more people behind me than in front of me. I was 61st out of 134 and set what was at the time a PB.
I have beaten that PB just once since. That day I was 64th out of 85.
Today, according to the parkrun website, I achieved my highest ever placing - 59th. Out of .... 59. I was tailwalking! I finished in a higher position simply because everyone else decided to do the Christmas shopping today and we had the lowest ever attendance at Montrose: nothing to do with my own running, because I wasn't even running at all most of the time.
Just thought it was a good illustration of how numbers are only meaningful if you understand the context.