6am alarm. Glass of water and instant oatmeal. Sitting in front of the PC, in a dark quiet house. It could have been any Sunday morning.
A bit before 7:30, get changed. Gatorate bottle, belt. Oh, grab a Power Gel. Knock on the door. Goodbye to the family.
In the car. Drive a block. U-turn. Back to the house. Grab my race kit. This feels like any other Sunday, but it isn't. Time to wake up, Warren!