ANY
GIVEN
SATURDAY.
The 40-yard dash isn't just for the pros anymore.
No spikes. No ego. Just 120 feet of glory.
HOW IT GOES DOWN.
Join the Drop List
Drop your email. You're on the list. That's it. No app, no membership, no monthly fee.
Get the Secret Coordinates
A few hours before go-time, we email the secret location. Limited spots per drop — first to RSVP, first on the line.
Show Up, Sprint, Get Timed
120 feet. Laser-timed. Filmed in slow-mo. You leave with your time, your clip, and a story for Monday.
COMPETITIVELY
AVERAGE.
You ever sit at a bar and tell someone you were kinda fast in high school? Yeah. We've all done it. Nobody believes you. (Honestly, you don't either.)
Now there's a way to find out. Not in a stadium. Not against college sprinters. Just you, a stopwatch, and the neighbors who also think they've still got it.
This isn't a league. It's not a club. It's a few dozen regular people lining up in a parking lot to settle, once and for all, who's the fastest barista in Wicker Park — or the fastest sales lead in the West Loop.
REAL BRAGGING RIGHTS. REGULAR PEOPLE. ONE STRAIGHT LINE.
NO PRO STATUS
REQUIRED.
Corporate execs. Neighborhood baristas. Dads with cargo shorts. Dog-walkers, dentists, dishwashers. If you can run in a roughly straight line for ~6 seconds, you belong on the line.
We've timed a CFO in loafers. He came back in sneakers.
Standing all day at the espresso bar = secret cardio.
Seriously. Stretch. We don't want to meet your physical therapist.
JOIN THE
DROP LIST.
Drop your email. Get the next secret race location before anyone else.
NEIGHBORHOOD
KINGS & QUEENS.
* SAMPLE BOARD. YOUR HOOD'S THRONE IS UP FOR GRABS.