Tuesday night at Gaffney Hills. You wouldn't think approaching this area from the east that it plays host to some of the
steepest streets in Melbourne. The steepest of all, O'Hea, is named for the
priest who baptised, and gave the last rites to, Ned Kelly, and has no doubt left a few cyclists and runners who've taken it on wishing that the Lord had mercy on them. (I've run it once, a decade or so back, but made no attempt to do so tonight).
The best that can be said for this was that it was the first time for a long time that I've got through a B course in an evening event (am stepping up from C where I've been the last couple of years). It wasn't easy and I didn't run the sharp climbs, but it was probably the downhills which caused me more grief - the glutes flared up after the longest one, and although it settled down a bit after a free pitstop at the Gaffney Street level crossing, it made its presence felt the rest of the way. Think I got the route basically right, although the results aren't up yet so I don't know for sure.
Put a couple of new bits of gear to the test tonight: a new pair of shoes and an arm holder for the phone. Both seemed to work OK.