From XC I ran the slightly longer but with ever so slightly less climb route to the west to XI. One last spurt uphill and then it was downhill all the way to XP. Back uphill and along a walkway to XS and then I made my first mistake of the night. I was headed to XT and misread the contour leading to the control as a walkway. Thus I missed the long straight walkway to my right and out to the west instead. It meant a bit of extra distance but it wasn't too bad.
At this point I had the choice of XN or XV for my next control and I had been considering the decision for most of the race, changing my mind several times. Decision time; I chose XV and headed off. I don't think there was much in it. Heading out of XV towards XW I passed Kate and Dwayne (in which order, I forget), the first orienteers I'd seen since I'd parted company with Anna at XB. I ran down the hill looking for the path on my right and managed to miss it, of course. Never mind, as soon as I reached the street corner I turned right and took the somewhat longer route to XW.
From there I ran to XN. By now I was passing a number of orienteers as everyone on the anti-clockwise loop was headed the other way. Soon after XN, the flow died down and I was mostly on my own again heading to XE. From there I headed to XD before backtracking a bit to pick up XH. The big white patch to the north of XH is Churchill Park and several Summer Series events there left me confident enough to run the path along its southern boundary towards XR. All was going well until I was nearly out of the park when I managed to step in a fairly recent and reasonably sized cow pat. With this unwelcome reminder of the park accompanying me I then miscounted the roads to my left and ran one block too far before correcting and collecting XR.
I had one control left, XG and a choice of routes to get there. I could either stick to the roads or take the shortcut through the park. This time I was conservative (the smell emanating from the bottom of my right shoe had nothing to do with it, honest) and ran the roads. It was uphill to XG and I could see from my watch that a sub one hour run was going to be tight. The control seemed to be further up the road than it had any right to be but it arrived eventually. The final route choice of the day was then whether to return to the event centre (the Stewart's house) via the coastal walkway or by the longer but much smoother walkway to the south. I was with Bruce at this stage and he shared his local knowledge that the southern walkway was better. I promptly ignored this advice, mainly because I'd never run along the coastal walkway and I wanted to see what it was like.
It certainly wasn't smooth. It wasn't even close to smooth. The concrete slabs that made up the walkway had shifted over the years and I travelled most of the distance at a walk to avoid tripping. Still, one last dash down the driveway and I'd completed the race in just a few seconds under an hour; one of the first to arrive back and certainly the first with 14 controls. Despite the hills, I'd still managed a still respectable (for me) distance of just over 11km.