Pistol Packin Mother Runner?

My husband and I seem to be in disagreement (big shocker) about me running on the highway....some nonsense about my safety and such.  I assured him my lightening speed would get me by???  Really,  if I want to go farther than .8 miles, I have to (a) run on the highway or (b) run through a pasture that will soon be filled with protective momma cows and big ass Sandhills that I'd rather avoid. 

I proposed that the only logical solution is for him to buy me a very small pistol to carry while I run...thus the title of pistol packin mother runner.  Catchy, huh?

Today my husband was a VERY brave man.  Even my Dad said so.  He entered a coyote calling contest with me as his partner.  To some, the coyote may appear cute and loveable.  To a rancher, they are the pain in the ass that eats baby calves, sometimes before they are even fully born.  Therefore, we shoot them.  Take that, PETA. 

 Anyways, only a brave man would spend the entire day with his armed and dangerous wife.   We both came out unscathed.  We even won 2nd place and I rarely never felt the urge to shoot him.  Yay, us!! And I got to wear my rockin She camo for the 2nd time. 

Even after his our huge success (yes, I did shoot one today.....at about 40 yards out:), he was reluctant to accept my pistol packin suggestion.   Naturally, I decided to take matters into my own hands.  To get our winnings tonight, I was stuck in a room full of gun crazed men for over 2 hours.  I innocently mentioned my strategy and within minutes I had tons of suggestions.  I'll soon be hitting Google up for final decision making help.   

Consider this a warning to all the crazies that drive on my rural highway!  I'm soon to be a pistol packin mother runner.  Wait, what the hell does a mother runner pack her pistol in?  I swore off fanny packs a looooonnngg time ago.  Help??!!!