One run and one election

Some things develop over night and sometimes – very rarely mind you –working at night can have its advantages. Last night, while I was putting the sourdoughs in their baskets and making the first yeast doughs, Theresa May saw her grand plan collapse. Exit polls gave way to first counts and first seats were filled while Labour resurfaced as a political force in England as the unlikely leader Corbyn brought the party back from disaster. As the first breads were baked out, the decision was a hung parliament and I reckoned, I had a future as a political tipster, having predicted him as Prime Minister.

Pulling up at the farmers market  in Carrick on Suir, I realize that my skills as a tipster are not so good after all, as the DUP has made a deal already and Theresa May looks set to continue – with not much of a mandate and probably with half her party barking at her heals. After the bread round, I decide that I much prefer the creativity, simplicity and peace of baking to the pure nastiness of politics and go back to tomorrow’s baking plan and to the miserable realization that – in a moment of madness – I have registered to take a stall at the Waterford County fair and will now have to bake this Sunday as well. After the bread round is short of sleep and that even though all that running is meant to have injected terrible amounts of oxygen and energy into the system. 

The weekend came and the weekend went and what was the big red letter day of the women’s mini marathon came and went too. The day was clear but threatening to rain and we made our way to Dublin ready to get wet but convinced it wouldn’t rain. We believe, you see, that rain is a mental attitude!!! Many, many years ago, when same daughter and I – she was being home schooled at the time and was all of 5 – went on a “school tour” to Dublin, it poured all day, except when we stepped out into it. Whether we came out of a shop, a church, a museum or a bus, we stepped out into it with an assured “ lovely sunny day today” and it would nearly immediately oblige as showers gave way to sunny spells. Ever since that day, we reckon we have the weather under control. Also back in the dark ages before the weather app, I used to ring the weather line before trips to the Zoo or the like and for years she believed I rang ahead for good weather. Oh to be still thought so powerful. 

Anyway, last Monday, I did not ring for good weather but we still did the head thing and it did not rain for a long time.  It did not rain, while we patiently waited with nearly 40 000  other women for the run to start and it did not rain when we finally got going or when we finally decided that that warm up walk was now warm enough and actually started to run. There was music, different bands, lots of lovely spectators  and lots of good fun and gossip to be had and there were countless stories to be guessed at and lots of effort and stamina and determination to be admired. There were thousands of clappy plastic hands that made wonderful noise and produced  a lovely echo under bridges. We ran more than half  of the 10km, I am a lot fitter than I was running it the last time and we came in under the 70 min required for qualification for the next level of starting. The pressure is on as we will start with the joggers – not the walkers -  next year and I have an idea that every single one of those 10km will have to be run next year to qualify for that amazing dinner in Carluccio’s – really the real reason for that trip to Dublin. Anyhow, it was a great day and the story will continue as I still run to the tree and back and still struggle with my inherent lazyness that thinks walking is perfectly fine really. I also realize that that tree is not quite far enough away but that is all for another day. For today, I have the medal and the pictures  and the knowledge that we can still sway the weather. It only started to rain when we slowed up a bit and got us on the last kilometer.

For today, we’re back to work, back to market trading and back to wondering why people vote as they vote or sell their souls to stay in power.