Yesterday morning, two of our children participated in their first cross country meet of the season.  The morning was made of the stuff runners and spectators both love – cool temperatures and sunshine.  The lack of wind made us almost forget we were in Kansas, but the cows we passed on the way to the meet and the corn field that lined the course reminded us we were still here.  Our team’s spirit was high, fueled partly by the kids’ nervous energy and excitement, but driven largely by our brand-new, large red tent full of drinks and food.  It was all we hoped for. As it sometimes goes, however, neither of our children ran the race they expected.  Both had to walk for intervals…