some days/mornings I really don't want to get up, and I'm all grumpy about the drive. But by the time I'm on site it's largely waned, and sitting at the start line I'm 100% on board with my life choices. It's exciting (and tense) to see the times start showing up, and pushing to eke out the little bits to try to stay at least within the pack (our first event, my class is 10 cars, and I won't be surprised if we're all within 2s of each other). I've never gotten a first place win, in previous years I could chalk it up to the car/tire but this past year and this year I know everything else is sorted, I just need to not make mistakes. The seat time itself isn't really a factor in my mind, we've got a great group and it's almost as much a social thing as it is a driving/motorsports thing.
Oh, and my wife and I go out for wings afterwards. I love wings. So that's always something I look forward to, even when I'm disappointing my entire bloodline with my shitty driving.