How dare he??

Tonight I invited the girls to run with me after school.  We took off like a streak of lightening a bit faster than normal (for me) and I even attempted to join in the conversation.  Yep, that's right, I was feeling like a rock star....until mile 1.5 where the cramping started and that evil lil bitch witch in my head started messing with me.  I put on the brakes and nearly abandoned the girls and headed back for an easy 3, BUT I kept going...cramps and all.  Reminder to self: DO NOT eat a marathon bar and drink 24 ounces of energy drink an hour before running.  Lesson learned.

Needless to say, at the end of the run I wasn't really feeling that high I normally get.  Katie even told me I looked sad:(  My husband comes home and I'm soaking in a HOT tub as I always get the chills after a run because I sweat like a pig.  Really.  Of course, he asks why I'm in the tub at 5:30 and I snap that I SUCK  at running.  He wisely walks away.

It pisses me off that my husband,  a FORMER runner (as in high school) can still to this day run like it's second nature...beer belly and all.  He can hike sandhills while hunting and never breathe hard.  I used to think his friends were lying (because they drink twice the Budweiser he does).  I even bragged before deer hunting this year that I'd have no problem keeping up with him when in reality he was standing at the top of the FIRST hill smiling down at the rest of us trudging up behind him.  

Being the bigger person, I put my pride away and ask him, seriously, how I can build up some wind.  My body has no problem with running, it's my lungs.  I told him I feel like a smoker.  He responds, quite seriously, "Well, dear, you ARE a drinker.  Perhaps it's the beer?"  How dare he??  A serious runner NEEDS those (low) carbs!

Do any of you have a more practical approach (other than giving up Ultra, or wine) to solving my breathing issues???