We grab a couple of bananas, and we're out the door. I drive and Monica and Harriet go back to sleep for an hour or two. It doesn't bother me. I like the peace and solitude of watching the sun peaking over the eastern horizon. First, there are no chickens to deal with.
Eating also becomes a part of the approach.
You want to eat long enough before the race so the food won't still be in your stomach trying to digest at race time, but you have to eat something or you'll be seeing spots by the time the flag drops. The best part about a Sunday afternoon race is the drive up. In stark contrast to Saturday mornings, the family is awake and talkative. And our conversations give me ideas for new articles, like this one. We were driving up to do the Barnsley Gardens Daffodil cross country run One Sunday afternoon.