I earned a medal today.
I ran a half marathon. No, not a full one. That's a bit crazy. Just a half.
I didn't win, or come in second, or third. I don't think I was last. I have photo evidence of people behind me, so definitely ahead of last. Not that it would have mattered had I been last.
I didn't win my age group. Maybe there was some other category I won. I don't know how many professional philosophers were in the race, but, if I were the only one, then I perhaps won that. Perhaps.
I didn't really win in any classical sense of the word "win," but I earned that damn medal today. And I'm damn proud of that.