You know that accomplishment that you should celebrate, but you're just too overwhelmed to do anything about it?
I hit 300 miles for the year on Sunday. I think I hit that mark halfway through a nine and a half mile run.
This sense of missed accomplishment is a theme in my life right now. Like I'm hitting marks, but they are buried among other things, so I don't notice them until long after I've hit them.
There is a point in celebrating those marks though. I'm feeling blah about it this week, but I know once I settle back into my normal routine, I will shout my 300 miles from the mountain top.