Alice had been convinced by her husband to get more exercise. They were both at that stage of life when waistlines began to get a little more prodigious. Going for a regular run would burn off the fat.
Alice had to admit that she was feeling much better, apart from looking trimmer than she had for years. The daily run, once the initial sore muscles phase had been conquered, was a pleasure; almost an addiction. She no longer felt tired. She no longer felt useless. Energy poured out of her in droves. At least it did until she was out on a run and got hit by a bus.