One of things I liked about running was that it was mine. I could go out and train alone or with others. I could race to test myself. I was only responsible for myself. I didn't need the approval of slower runners and they didn't need mine. Somewhere along the line I decided that I wanted to be faster so I ran more miles and trained with faster runners. I was never an elite but I got a great deal closer to them in races. I didn't need their approval. I just wanted to be faster. No elite runner ever said to me that I was too obsessive or trained too much. Many slower runners and non runners filled that bill to a "T". I didn't resent it. I really didn't care. I just kept on running and racing.
Now and then I came close to an elite in a race. Sometimes they would come up afterward and say something like "nice race."
If they recognized me on their own without feeling compelled to do so, that was fine. I didn't need them to do so because they were "out of contact" with the middle and back of the pack runners.
But one thing I did know: If they recognized me usually it was because I had earned it.