MoRunning: I’m in!

logo_morunning2012So it’s been one year since I ran my first ever 10k. Or should I say that it’s been a year since I ran a full 10k. No stopping. No walking. Come hill or slope, I ran the Movember 10k.

It may have taken me nearly 65 minutes but I did it. I didn’t stop once, even when the temptation of finishing at the 5k mark hit, I persevered. Well, aren’t I just a little trooper!

This run set something off in me that I never thought I’d feel. I hated running. And when I say I hated running, I mean I loathed and detested it beyond belief.  I cursed the pavement pounders with a fiery vengeance.  I swore under my breathe every time I could hear the calculated breathing of a ‘Jogger’ coming up behind me.

In, in in. Out. Out. Out.

MoRunAdWomensFitness2013AOh just sod off and have a baby with your breathing. I saw running as a means to a weightloss end. It was something I had to do to lose the extra pounds – shift the blubber, as I lovingly referred to it – and I’m not sure when or how it happened, but something just clicked. I started to enjoy it. I started leaving my running shoes by the door and buying more ‘running friendly’ clothes. It was bizarre but I had changed.

So I signed up for numerous 10k’s which you will have sene documented in my previous articles and I became one mother of a competitive bitch. With myself.  I was constantly trying to better myself and my previous times. Runkeeper became my sidekick.  At one point it was my most used app (after facebook) and my most visited website (after

In August of this year, I ran a half marathon and I think that this became my undoing. I had been a non-smoker for about 6 months. I had the odd stolen pull off a cigarette on nights out but I was always able to hand it back and not have another. But post half marathon I became a chimney. I became cocky. I can run 26.1km in 2 hours 13 minutes so I have clearly hit my peak. So post half marathon I smoked like a chimney, ate the biggest burger I have ever seen and I simply stopped running.

That’s right. I stopped. I didn’t realise that I had for about 4 weeks when I had to run for a bus and was out of breath. I don’t think I remember ever being as angry with myself. It used to be food that I guilted myself about but now it was the fact that for nearly a year I had worked so hard to get my fitness to a point where I could nearly, with training, take part in a marathon. I had lost my chance to redeem myself (not that I’m dramatic or anything).

MoRunAdWomensFitness2013And then the email arrived.

The reminder for the Movember 5k and 10k in Phoenix park. I knew it. This was going to be the race that would get me back into my Aasics and on the road again. I promised myself at that moment that I was going to kick last year’s me’s butt.

The info bit – Movember takes place in November each year and is responsible for the sprouting of millions of moustaches around the world.  With their “Mo’s” men raise vital funds and awareness for prostate and testicular cancer and mental health.  As an independent global charity, Movember’s vision is to have an everlasting impact on the face of men’s health.  A known aid to better mental health is exercise, so what better way to promote better mental health than to go for a run?


“To be a MoRunner means you are part of something bigger than yourself! You’re part of a community, a family, a team. When you step up to that start line at your MoRun, look to your left, look to your right, and remember friends are all around you! So whether there’s a MoBro with a funny moustache, or maybe a MoSista that’s painted one on, or even someone dressed up as a superhero, give them a smile, shake their hand, and just remember we are all in it together. Run hard, run fast, have fun and enjoy being part of something special!”

I like to run. I like to have fun. And I fricking love being a part of something special! I am in and I am aiming to run the 10k in under 50 minutes. (This is a big ask, as one of my best friends is getting married the day before so there will be some (read: a lot) of wine consumed.)

But I know I can do it.

I have thus far recruited 4 running buddies to train with, all different levels of intensity. I have convinced (read: forced) about 5 other people to sign up for at least 5k.  All the pieces are slipping into place.  Other people make me want to be better. Other people push me. And other people make me want to beat me.

So, 50 minutes. Totally doable.  And, as with the Irish Runner 5 mile, I will be taking all forms of forfeit if I can’t do it and putting it to a vote. (Yet another reason to do better!)

Plus, the nice organisers of the Movember Run have given me free entries to competition out to you lovely Krankies out there. I’ll put one up for grabs with each article so get your fingers clicking, your runners on and get ready to don a ronnie that would make Tom Selleck punch you with envy.
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Shivvy Hickey

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