Did a two-mile tempo down the canyon with my Dad in 10:55.
From the start, my legs hurt. I did not feel like running, much less running fast. Originally I was planning to only run the first mile, but it turned into an "until the standard bearer fainteth" run. At 1 mile, I asked my dad when I should stop. He said 2000, but for some reason I didn't stop at 2000. I still don't know why.
Then, I made it to 1.5 miles and really wanted to quit, but thought of how sad it would be to drop out with 800 to go in the Olympics. That motivated me for another 400. Then, with 400 to go, I started feeling nauseous. That almost did it for me, then the thought came, "Jesus suffered what you're going through, and infinitely more. You can do this." After that, it still hurt, but it was bearable. Like unseen hands were bearing me up.
I finished with 2:00 for the last 600. Total time for 8 was 1:00:24.