Ithaca is basically Bloomington with more hills and better architecture. The Cornell campus sits on top of one of the tallest hills. The apartment I'm staying in is a little less than halfway up that hill, and I strain and gasp my way up the hill on my bike for class every morning. After two weeks, I'm better at this than when I started, but there's still one really steep part of Buffalo Street for which I have to move to the sidewalk and walk the bike. Walking my bike up the hill is not actually easier than riding, but if I have to be straining and gasping for air, I'd rather not be in traffic.
Class goes from 8:30 to 9:45, at which time I walk out of Upson Hall, get on my bike, and arrive at work, which is at the bottom of the hill, roughly a nanosecond later, having bombed directly down Buffalo with essentially no pedaling necessary. This is fun as hell, although it was pretty hair-raising the first time. Work goes until six or so, and then I bike a little less than halfway up the hill to go back home.
This is just to say, then, that my commute actually is uphill both ways. Kids these days, etc.
Edited to add: Faced with the prospect of being late for class, I rode all the way up the hill without walking this morning!...only to find that class was cancelled. Hooray, though!