The transformation is complete. For now.

I spent most of yesterday looking for some pants to run in. My giant pants got me through the winter, but without the layers, they are practically falling off. Luckily, Dex and Cam just love watching me try on clothes, and going in and out of every Zellers and Walmart in the vicinity. Not. I did go and ogle the pants at the sport's store, but they really are frickin' expensive.

I actually got lucky this time - Dex didn't crawl under the door of the change room and take off just after I finished stripping down, as he often does. And the bench in the changeroom was actually big enough for both of them for once, so Cam didn't push him off like she often does. Cam offered her fashion advice, and eventually, I bought a pair of shiny black yoga pants, with blue stripes down the side.

Which means, that from the outside - I now look like a runner. Finally. I have the jacket. I have the shoes. And now, I have the pants. Unfortunately, no one saw my fabulous new look, because I didn't get running until 10:30 last night. I had planned to go at 6:30, then out for coffee with my nameless friend Karen, but Tony gave me a movie pass to go see the premiere of Sahara. I haven't been to a grown up movie for a year; any movie would have been fun. It was good for a few laughs, and, while highly unbelievable, it was enjoyable. By the time I got home and psyched myself up for a run, it was dark and late, but I really wanted to justify my pants purchase, so off I went. 5K, really good pace for the first two-thirds, not bad on the last third. I was running with my MP3 player - perhaps not the best thing to do at night, although I am very careful - and a car coming up behind me honked at me, at a point when I was concentrating on not wiping out while running hard down a hill. Scared the piss out of me. I actually jumped, and my heart, which was already going at a good pace, nearly jumped out of my chest. My hip is very sore - must go and get that x-ray.

Hopefully today I will get out during the daylight, so everyone will get a chance to see how good I look. Because I only have a few weeks of looking like a runner. When the jacket comes off - the truth will revealed. It's only on the surface. Inappropriate shirts abound under that lovely jacket.