by: Sara Bozich
Posted: July 4, 2011 Comments are off for this post.
**Congrats to BarNGrill, who can treat herself this summer to the spa at Felicita Resort. Thanks again to Event Central and all who entered!**
Event Central is at it again. They're in their crazy-busy season right now with weddings, reunions and other outdoor events galore. However, they're taking just the tiniest break to offer another $100 Felicita Resort giveaway.
I mentioned it briefly in other posts, but Event Central now also hosts a special event planning website, ReadyEVENTgo, intended to help inspire your next event planning venture, while bringing local businesses together.
Here they post photos and information about recent events – from weddings to beer fests – and include links to local vendors, including bakers, musicians, florists and so much more.
To enter to win your $100 Felicita Resort gift card, thanks to Event Central, please visit ReadyEventgo and leave a comment below.
For extra entries (you must leave a separate comment for each extra entry in order for each to count), you can:
I’m going to the beach next week (note, that’s the beach, not down the shore). It’s the same beach where we’ve stayed since I was in third grade and a strange combination of weather and tidal forces caused the ocean to flood and retreat, forming a canal at the top of the beach. (This was real. I have pictures of this but no scanner.)
We’ve stayed in the same house there for more than 20 years, so it feels like ours, even though we only rent it for 1-2 weeks per year (and in adulthood, my sister and I usually get much shorter – if any – time there).
It was the middle of the seventh inning, and things were looking a little rough. Players were starting to quit and head home or take "time outs." Makeup was smudged, once-perfect hair was no longer poker straight and some batters’ eyes were looking a little glassy.
As for me, I wasn't nearly as put-together as I originally had been. My jean skirt was drenched in Miller Lite (after one teammate dropped a draft on me when she was trying to climb on the stage at Hardware Bar) and my Phillies shirt was marked with sweat stains.
But I was still in the game. In fact, I was in the midst of a fierce debate with a random guy over who had the better pair of gray Converses. And I was winning that one – mine were slightly scruffier and I wasn't wearing socks (bonus points for potential blisters).
The evening had started innocently enough. Dressed in girly Phillies gear, my friends and I arrived at Ceoltas promptly at 5 p.m. for the first inning. It's not enough to just go to the bars, we have to dress up, make up ridiculous rules and turn it into a competition. Upon arrival, we were immediately handed scorecards by the event's organizers, and we divided ourselves into teams.
The rules of the World Series of Bar Baseball Game 1 were simple enough: each drink constituted a hit (first at bat is a single, second at bat is a double and third at bat was a triple). Teams were limited to three people. Whichever team scored the most "runs" at the end of the ninth inning would be declared winner. Batter up.
Oh my gosh it has been the longest week. I *think* it’s almost over. I haven’t done much of anything but work, and this weekend I’ll play catch-up at home, maybe venture out for a nice dinner with my husband. On Sunday, we’ll attend a friend’s wedding at Felicita Resort, which I am excited to see for the first time.
After that, I’m headed on vacation. It’s one of those things that I feel guilty about, but I haven’t changed my plans – I’m going. I just hope I can let myself relax.
On February 8, I unwillingly became a statistic. But I learned to laugh about it.
I officially joined the 70 percent of runners injured every year. After weeks of moping, I started laughing – because what else can you do?
In November 2010, after two half marathons, I wanted to run a full … I NEEDED to run a full. Soon, I registered for the National Marathon in Washington, D.C. on March 26.
I used Hal Higdon's training guide to mark up a calendar with scheduled runs. I decided not only was I running this marathon, I was going to dominate this marathon.
However, life has a funny way messing with our expectations. Six weeks before the marathon, something went very wrong on a short run. My whole right thigh betrayed me and tightened with each step. When I finished my run, I knew I was in trouble; the pain was strong, constant, and I couldn't walk without limping.
It's just a groin pull, I told myself. Nothing a frozen bag of corn down my pants wouldn't fix.
A week later, time was ticking – I was now merely five weeks away from running 26.2 miles – and I couldn't even run down the street.
I neeeeed this weekend. Actually, I'm probably working a good chunk of this weekend, so never mind that.
Tonight: Do not call me. I am busy watching the fifth season premiere of Burn Notice.
However, on Saturday, my best girls and I are trekking down 15 South to Hauser Estate Winery for the first in their Summer Concert Series, featuring Pentagon. Andy and I went last year, and you can read about it here. This year, they've moved the stage closer to the tasting room (and out of the gravel), so I know this will only be better. Plus, we're making it a GNO and picnicking. Can't wait.
by: Sara Bozich
Posted: June 20, 2011 Comments are off for this post.
**What a tremendous turnout! Congrats to Stef, our Reiki by Rickie winner!**
Friends, there are times in our lives when we need help managing and processing the bigger things affecting our happiness and productivity. For some, this may be as simple as a weekly date with a friend, a bottle of white and quality conversation.
Others yet prefer to seek the counsel of a professional – from masseuse to therapist to yogi – to aid in mental decompression.
Reiki provides yet another form of physical and mental healing. Reiki is a very gentle and deeply relaxing hands-on healing session performed fully clothed on a massage table. It provides stress management and balance, as well as a sense of inner peace.
I wasn't sure what to expect when Rickie (from Reiki by Rickie) invited me for my first appointment a few weeks ago, but I went in with an open mind.
After you complete a brief form and chat with Rickie, you begin the session by lying fully-clothed (sans shoes) face-up on the massage table, covered with a blanket. After a few cleansing breaths (yogis will have no trouble here), Rickie begins her light-touch healing, starting with a scalp massage and ending, an hour later, at your tired feet.
The experience is peaceful and relaxing, and at treatment's end, I felt completely refreshed, as if I'd woken from a year-long nap. (I found it similar to savasana, or Corpse Pose in yoga, but better.) Rickie typically recommends, as Jersey Mike completed, a three-session series over three weeks for maximum balance, stress relief and relaxation.
Rickie has generously offered the following to one lucky reader:
"Head to Toe" Healing session. (Value = $85). This includes aromatherapy face and scalp massage, followed by full body "Reiki by Rickie," and ending with a warming, grounding foot massage!
Reiki, Rickie's specialty, is a gentle and deeply relaxing hands-on healing session from Japan. It is Peaceful and Balancing, and melts away the source of your stress. Rickie is a Reiki Master/Teacher and P.T. offering services, workshops and classes at Alta View Wellness Center, Harrisburg.
Leave a comment below to enter. For extra entries (you must leave a separate comment for each extra entry in order for each to count), you can:
When people first meet me, they are usually surprised when they find out I drink.
"But … don't you do triathlons? Don't you go running at like 8 on Saturday mornings?"
Yep, I do. It is completely possible to maintain quite the social life, while preserving a proper training schedule. This is what I like to call living the dream – or at least, my version of it.
Just like most of you, I went to college and while there, I went to frat parties in damp and sticky basements, drank out of red Solo cups and learned how to play a mean flip cup. I can make a stellar 1990s-themed power hour mix and don't even think of challenging me to beer pong. After I graduated from college and entered the "real world," I thought it was over. I thought I had to "grow up" and stop having as much fun.