The F*ck-it Half
This is not your average half marathon. This is The Fuck It Half — for the girls who wake up and decide, “Screw it, let’s run 13.1 miles and make questionable choices after.”
No medals. No timers. No entry fees. Just good vibes, bad jokes, and the chaotic energy of women who have no business doing this—but are doing it anyway.
Expect:
• Mid run singing
• Highly unnecessary outfits
• Snacks someone forgot in their car
• A finish line that may or may not exist
This is for beginners, back of the pack queens, stroller pushers, trail wanderers, and the “I thought this was just a walk” crowd.
✨Show up. Run/walk/crawl. Swear a little. Brag a lot.✨
Because why not? It’s the Fuck It Half.
No medals. No timers. No entry fees. Just good vibes, bad jokes, and the chaotic energy of women who have no business doing this—but are doing it anyway.
Expect:
• Mid run singing
• Highly unnecessary outfits
• Snacks someone forgot in their car
• A finish line that may or may not exist
This is for beginners, back of the pack queens, stroller pushers, trail wanderers, and the “I thought this was just a walk” crowd.
✨Show up. Run/walk/crawl. Swear a little. Brag a lot.✨
Because why not? It’s the Fuck It Half.