I’m home for the weekend and it’s always the hardest to run when I’m back home. When I lived here I cared little, even though the village creep used to watch me run and shout weird things at me which I could still hear through my headphones. Anyway now when I come home I’m back to the ethnic parent restrictions. Which will surprise you considering I’m in my late 20s. Let’s break it down:
1) You can’t run too early in the morning/too late at night because you’re out on your own in a small village and no one is around if something happens.
2) You can’t run while the shop is open because everyone will look at you and then come and tell us in the shop.
3) You can’t run when it’s raining because you will fall.
4) You can’t run when it’s windy because you/something will fall.
5) You can’t run when it’s sunny because you’ll get heatstroke.
6) You can’t run on Saturday morning because I have work to do and you running is going to delay my morning.
7) I don’t like your running route. It’s not safe. I don’t know why you run anyway.
Is this an ethnic parent thing? I don’t understand why they can’t understand that me even lacing up my trainers is a big deal. There’s so many rules and regulations to follow. Running is just free time. Which apparently is both unsafe and unnecessary. Or so I am taught and told.
And now it’s Sunday morning, it’s Father’s Day. My dad has gone to the cash and carry to buy stock for the shop, my mom is making food for my brother to take home and I am standing in the shop, serving customers, in my full running gear and sports bra. I have been ready to go for an hour and a half and lo and behold - now I’m not going. If I go now, I won’t be able to help when dad comes back, and Mom won’t be ready in time for us to leave at 1pm on the dot to go out and watch the cricket. It’s all a horrible timescale here wherein we never have enough time, my brother never makes time for anyone but himself, my parents never have ANY time and I can’t seem to get five minutes to myself.
Are these excuses?