This part of my life (roughly the past 4 yrs) has been one of transitions. As we know from our triathlete friends and high school soccer coaches, "it's all about the transitions".
I am 31 now and as I've reached my late twenties and moved into my 30's, whether I am training for a race or just training for the sake of training, it has seemed to take the roll of my secret lover. It seems as though I am sneaking off to "lunch" which might include a main dish of swimming laps in the pool with a side of core work. Instead of hitting happy hour, I often have to "work late" which might include a 20 miler or, lately, because of an annoying and lingering calf pull, it might be a strength training session and some time on the spin bike.
I don't want training to be a secret (and believe me, it's far from it) but it seems like many people who do not participate in endurance sports do not understand my love for it. For now, I have been enjoying my "secret" training missions... even though there is no glory in training (unless you blab about it to people and think they actually care) there is something that feels good knowing that you chose to throw down some miles as opposed to some beers. Anyway, onward my friends!