I know a lot of people use their running time as devotional time, enjoying fellowship with Jesus as they run. I have to admit I'm not one of those people. I do pray occasionally when I run, like when I'm struggling during a race, looking for divine power to go on. But running time generally isn't prayer time for me.
My Running with Jesus friend, after I told him that story, was not too impressed. "He told you that, did he?" I said, yeah, he didn't make me sign up today, but I sure could use some help. So right there while we were running he put his hand on my shoulder and prayed for strength in my legs to go on. I guess I did feel a little boost there! (I sure could have used some more of his prayers around mile 21.)
I quickly let my friend know that I am in fact a believer, and that I do believe in the efficacy of prayer, and that I meant no blasphemy by my story. I'm sure that wasn't Jesus I heard from on the trail at Rocky. I know the ability to run, the time and resources to train and enter a race, the beautiful places to run, the very air, water, and food I rely on to run, are all wonderful gifts from him. But I'll continue to rely more on training than prayer to get me to the finish line.