You know you've got up too early when you realise midway through the morning that your underpants are on back to front and inside out.
The first leg of my journey to Qatar for the first round of the MotoGP season was uncomfortable but not unusual.
After 10 full seasons of covering the sport, I have yet to learn to prepare my suitcase any sooner than bedtime on the eve of departure, or get up any earlier than 10 minutes before the taxi is set to beep its horn, which, in this case, was 5am.
But one thing is significantly different for me this year. This time I will be anchoring the BBC's MotoGP coverage.
The five long months since the last round of 2010 at Valencia - and particularly the two months since I was informed of my new role - have largely been spent anxiously counting down the days to the start of the 2011 campaign.