FARM
DAZE

We'd like to start by saying thank you.

Seriously. We are a group of ultrarunners scattered across the Southeast — one of us actually still knows where Brooklet is on a map — who wanted an excuse to come back to this farm every year and bring our friends. That's it. That was the whole plan. Somehow you people keep showing up and now here we are eleven years later still doing this crazy thing together.

Farm Daze is not a normal race. We think you probably already know that.

When you pull through the gate at Hunter Cattle Company, something just changes. Hard to explain. You'll feel it. What's waiting on the other side is 350 acres of Georgia farmland, a fire that burns all night, grassfed beef straight off the grill, live music on the bandstand, a low country boil, bourbon at the aid station — yes, really — and somewhere between 6 and 24 hours of running depending on how you're feeling and how many laps you did before the karaoke started.

There are no spectators at Farm Daze. Only participants. If you need something to do, ask. We will find you something to do.

The running is real. The buckles are earned. The 3am grilled cheese is legendary. And the sunrise over the pasture after a night you probably shouldn't have survived is something we genuinely cannot describe to you. You just have to be here.

So be here.

This is year eleven. Possibly the last. We're not being dramatic — we just mean it. If you've been thinking about it, stop thinking and sign up. Bring your people. Bring your tutu if that's you booboo. Leave everything else at the gate.

Cya on the farm. 🐐

— Andrew, Alex & Tim