My body completely freezes up whenever we hook up without real emotional closeness, and I felt so guilty and broken until I finally snapped and confessed. Turns out he only runs marathons to exhaust his body because he's terrified of premature ejaculation—now what do we do?

Breathe: your body isn’t defective, it’s just refusing to unlock the front door without an emotional safety deposit. And his body isn't broken either—the poor guy is literally running 26 miles through the rain just to outrun his own performance anxiety. Talk about an ironic plot twist: you both thought you were physical failures, when really you were just playing emotional chicken. He built a strict "casual only" wall to hide his fear of finishing in two minutes, while your nervous system went on strike because that exact wall felt like cold concrete. You were trying to sprint through intimacy while running in completely opposite directions. Now that the secret is out, ditch the Olympic-level pressure. Next time you're together, try saying: "Let's take actual sex completely off the table tonight—no timers, no finish line, just zero expectations." Take the scoreboard away. You might just find that when sex stops being an endurance sport, your body relaxes and his anxiety finally catches its breath.