I hope that in one hundred years, running looks much like it does now. I hope that we still have remote trails where a runner could not see another soul on a long, peaceful outing. I hope that people can still lace up their shoes and run around their neighborhoods, and that cities still cultivate running trails wherever possible. One hundred years ago, women were pretty much barred from running. It took a lot of time to convince the powers that be that a uterus would not simply fall out of the body right there on the track. Now women are leading the pack (heehee!) when it comes to competitive running. We’re kind of bad ass. So my hope is just that we don’t go backwards, but keep moving forward under our own power.