RUNning out of Breath

I tend to be of the school of thought that follows, "work to live, don't live to work." However, I have been on the overtime kick lately, logging plenty of hours to help pay for our upcoming anniversary trip as well as a winter vacation somewhere warm. I am hoping this streak ends soon. It is really cutting into my carefree lifestyle.
We're on a co-ed softball team, which is a total blast. I never gave it a second thought when signing up to play again this year. Then I realized....softball requires running. Not being much on striking out or letting a ball hit the ground on defense, there will be a varying amount of running involved. I've played two games thus far and ran all out both times. It wasn't the end of the world, but I could feel it. I'm not sure where that leaves me....
So why not just push my limitations like usual and go running? I did it last night and I lived through it. In fact, the biggest point of discomfort was the fact that I am so far out of shape cardiovascularly that I could barely catch my breath the entire 3 mile run. It does not help that we are surrounded by wild fires and our air isn't exactly tip-top quality.
I was planning to get in a nice bike ride tonight after yet another 12 hours of work, but my SIL asked if I would go to the downtown art walk. Free wine and art galleries? I'm trying to pretend like it is a hard decision between a workout and being a wine-o...but let's be honest. We know where my heart is on this one.
I know this post is lacking seriously on pictures. I seriously doubt you wanted to see a picture of me after my near cardiac arrest last night....so here is a picture of my cute princess.