It is getting easier. I live on the side of a ridge that winds up into the foothills of the Sierra Nevada mountains, of course I work at the bottom of said ridge. Its a twelve and a half mile climb back to my home after work in 90 degree heat with no shade till the last couple of miles. The first week or so just killed me but I never let the hill beat me. Now I find my self grabbing some gears and some speed going home now. I like the fact that its getting easier and faster to get home. Last night I almost had to laugh when I got to the top, it was the best climb ever and almost effortless at points. With that being said the fun part is going down in the morning with my gears maxed out and peddling for all I am worth. I really need to get a speedometer and see what my top speed is. ;-p