I wasn’t quite phoning it in. Not yet. But I could feel myself slipping after five years of marriage to Beth. We still very much loved each other. We still had sex and did it at a respectable rate. But things had gotten slowly tamer as time wore on. In our first years, we’d carried on like when we were dating, doing every act, position and variation under the sun. We both had boundless carnal energy.

Now, not so much. A straightforward screw was more our current speed. Nothing too strenuous; nothing too tricky. When was the last time we did anal? I couldn’t say.

The same subtle lethargy was also starting to seep into other areas of my life. I was still in good shape — but not great shape anymore. I missed the fit form I used to have. I wanted it back. My physical state, at least, I could do... Read More