Once upon a time, when I ran on the road more, I used to pray as I ran. After about 21 minutes, I would fall into an automatic mode; the body was on auto-pilot and I could pray.
1 mile per kid, 1 mile for my wife: it forces one to pray creatively and pretty thoroughly.
But on the trail, prayer does not come easily. Too much to monitor; rocks, uneven foot-falls, sticks, roots, water puddles, full on lakes (last week).
Now, here's what passes through my mind as I run:monitor... how are the calves? I'm cramping up again; can I wait a little longer before taking a salt pill. Wow, there's the river.
monitor... hot? Take off the long sleeve shirt yet?
A ROCK! Ouch.
It's not real calm, not real steady.
I'm not complaining.
Running on a bad trail on a bad day is better than a good road on a good day.
Trails are great: eagles, deer, squirrels, rabbits, trees, trees, trees. Endless trees.
My knees love trails. For the last two weeks, we have seen a total of maybe 3 people in 10 hours of running. It's all good.
I just miss the praying aspect of running.