Richard Hogan: My painful reminder that men need to take self-care seriously
'I caught a glimpse of myself on the elliptical and thought, this is what middle age looks like.' Picture: iStock
Ah, the male psyche. Itâs something to behold.
For months, I could tell there was something up with my knee. It felt weird as I ran the roads, almost like my kneecap was moving and grinding off cartilage.
It didnât stop me running, though. âIâll just run it offâ, thatâs what I told myself, as I jiggled it around a bit. Denial is a cruel thing.
But in the last number of weeks, it became sore enough that I did stop road running, thinking Iâd just give it a little break and then Iâd be good as gold.
I went to the gym instead. Awkwardly walking around, not sure of what to do. All the beautiful young people on their phones, lifting weights, taking pics of themselves, recording their work-outs; itâs a brave new world out there.
I caught a glimpse of myself on the elliptical and thought; âThis is what middle age looks likeâ. No more fast running, no more triumphant waving to the neighbours as I whizz by, just arms flailing and low-impact activities on the joints with water and towel as props.
Iâll have to start taking vids of myself on the elliptical for Instagram, that will grow the page!

I have always loved road running, it has been great for my mental health, to come home tired after a long dayâs work and run 5k. I donât have to get ready or worry what I look like, just throw on some runners and off you go. Iâd feel born again after it. Ready for anything, and it helped keep the old middle-age girth at bay too.
Now, I find myself on crutches and unable to walk properly. My knee has swollen up and I canât put pressure on it. I blame the bloody elliptical. I was fine until I went on that soul-crushing, ego-dismantling thing. Again, I know what delusion sounds like.
Two weeks ago, I went to the doctor about the swelling in my knee, I got a cortisone injection into it, quite the painful experience, I can tell you. I bravely watched my wife give birth to our three children, so I know pain, and that injection was not pleasant, but the swelling went down. The doctor did tell me: "Make sure and rest that knee."
The next day, I was strolling around Boston Common taking in the delights of early spring. Revelling in the fact I could, once again, bend my knee.
When I got back to Ireland, I didnât stop my busy schedule, I just kept going. Hoping things would stay reasonably OK. I even started cutting some wood for the fire. What a man.
Iâm good with physical pain, I can take a fair amount of it without really paying too much attention to it. Probably the reason I am in my current predicament.
The knee has now swollen more than it was before the injection. And Iâm laid up with it. Idiot. The elliptical seems like Everest right now. Making tea is like a contact sport. Every step, agony.
I can see my wife looking at me with some empathy, while also holding back, âI told you soâ. I never gave her such looks when she was giving birth, I supportively offered a cold cloth. No such offer for me.
But I think we need to raise more awareness around menâs health. Because men do not really talk about their health. Men are more likely to develop bowel cancer than women, yet only one in four take up the first bowel screen invitation. Why is that? There does seem to be a cultural stigma around men talking about their health.
Maybe we see it as weakness? Iâm not sure. But I think we need to change the whole narrative around menâs health.
So raising awareness about the importance of talking about our health and when to seek medical intervention is an important campaign we need to launch in Ireland. It could literally save lives.
Have I had a bowel screening yet? No. But I intend to take it up now and to take my health a bit more seriously.
A friend of mine, Karina Healy, works in the Bons, and the advice and help she has given me over the few days was incredible. She did warn me already I needed a good GPÂ â pity she didnât warn me about the elliptical.


