Texas man catches infection showering barefoot at gym. An unnamed Texas man says he contracted a flesh- eating infection after showering barefoot at the gym and needed skin graft surgery using fish scales to repair the open wounds (seen after the skin graft surgery)A Texas man caught a grave flesh- eating infection after showering barefoot at the gym. The man, who has not been named, says what he originally thought was a singular wart grew to five, spreading across his foot and developing open wounds. Despite trying everything to heal it, the wounds only continued to grow. The painful truth about trainers: Are running shoes a waste of money? Thrust enhancers, roll bars, microchips.the $20 billion running - shoe industry wants us to. ![]() Now having undergone skin graft surgery, using fish scales, the man says he's sharing his photos to warn others of the dangers that live on shower floors. A listener of The Rod Ryan Show on KTBZ- FM The Buzz, who wishes to remain anonymous, sent an email to the show about why you should always wear shoes in public showers, along with some pictures of his ordeal. The man was training for a marathon at his local gym and would make a point to go train during his lunch breaks.'There were a few occasions where I left out my flip flops that I would use when I showered, but not wanting to go back to work sweaty and smelly I made the decision to shower barefoot,' he said. Soon, the man noticed there was a spot at the bottom of his left foot, harder than the rest of the flesh, that began to itch but he didn't think anything of it. He was told he had a plantar wart - a benign foot tumor caused by the human papillomavirus (HPV).'Not wanting to impact my training, I let it go and tried to treat it using any remedy I could find online,' he said. It wasn't until after my run approximately six months later that I went and saw someone.'The man says that the doctor he saw began to treat the wart with cantharidin, an agent made from a beetle that causes the area it comes in contact with to blister. 100% Free Gay Stories. Gay erotic stories updated daily! Story submissions accepted. A freely-accessible website with thousands of sexually-explicit homoerotic stories. Travel Agent Central goal is to provide professionals in the Travel Agent Industry with expert information covering far more than just travel destination information. WARNING VERY GRAPHIC CONTENT: A Texas man says he caught a deadly flesh-eating infection after showering barefoot at the gym, that needed grafts from fish scales. Her Next Door. Chapter One Lynn looked out from the anonymity of her large sunglasses. There she was again in the back garden. Perfect hair, perfect figure, perfect. Real Stories. Real Stories describe actual cases in which young workers were injured or killed at work. These cases are taken from the National Institute for. A daily roundup of all the newest free Kindle eBooks in easy to navigate format. You can also sign up for our newsletter if you wish and have a daily email alert with. The agent attempts to get your body to recognize that it is trying to fight an infection and to kill it naturally. Every week, the doctor would cut away the blistered skin and apply the ointment onto the fresh skin. A small bump appeared, and doctors said he had a plantar wart, but no remedies worked to heal it. The man finally decided to undergo surgery and received a skin graft in February 2. North Atlantic Cod. He says he's sharing his photos to warn people not to make the same mistake regarding showering barefoot. Pictured are the cut- out bits of infected skin. But then the virus began to spread - one wart soon turned into five and treatments weren't working.'I went through the same treatments, but at a much higher concentration,' the man said.'My entire foot would swell and the pain was so bad, I couldn't walk. I couldn't even put my leg down as the blood rushing to my foot would cause the skin to swell and put me in excruciating pain.' After several months of excruciating pain, the man decided to undergo surgery in February 2. He underwent a skin graft trial, using grafts made from North Atlantic Cod, before the wounds finally started to close up. It's been two months since the surgery and he says he will need at least one month before he can walk properly. Now, he says, he's warning people to not make the same mistake he made. This virus thrives in those areas,' the man said.'The scary thing is, the virus can live for over two years on the surfaces as well. Take care of your feet so they can take care of you.' 'I couldn't even put my leg down as the blood rushing to my foot would cause the skin to swell and put me in excruciating pain,' the man said of his infection. The painful truth about trainers: Are expensive running shoes a waste of money? The painful truth about trainers: Are running shoes a waste of money? Thrust enhancers, roll bars, microchips.. Yet in this extract from his controversial new book, Christopher Mc. KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer) Chapter 2 – Katrina is Made Ready. Arriving back at my apartment from the Longing Alms, I threw off my soiled clothes and took the. Stories Desired is your home for all types of Free Adult Stories. Erotic, hot, sexy stories with a wide range of topics. Nothing is forbidden in these stories, so. Dougall claims that injury rates for runners are actually on the rise, that everything we've been told about running shoes is wrong - and that it might even be better to go barefoot.. By CHRISTOPHER Mc. DOUGALLCreated. 0. ![]() ![]() EDT, 1. 5 April 2. Every year, anywhere from 6. No matter who you are, no matter how much you run, your odds of getting hurt are the same. At Stanford University, California, two sales representatives from Nike were watching the athletics team practise. Part of their job was to gather feedback from the company's sponsored runners about which shoes they preferred. Unfortunately, it was proving difficult that day as the runners all seemed to prefer.. They had, he was just refusing to use them. Needless to say, the reps were a little disturbed to hear that Lananna felt the best shoes they had to offer them were not as good as no shoes at all. When I was told this anecdote it came as no surprise. I'd spent years struggling with a variety of running- related injuries, each time trading up to more expensive shoes, which seemed to make no difference. I'd lost count of the amount of money I'd handed over at shops and sports- injury clinics - eventually ending with advice from my doctor to give it up and 'buy a bike'. And I wasn't on my own. Every year, anywhere from 6. No matter who you are, no matter how much you run, your odds of getting hurt are the same. It doesn't matter if you're male or female, fast or slow, pudgy or taut as a racehorse, your feet are still in the danger zone. How come Roger Bannister could charge out of his Oxford lab every day, pound around a hard cinder track in thin leather slippers, not only getting faster but never getting hurt, and set a record before lunch? Tarahumara runner Arnulfo Quimare runs alongside ultra- runner Scott Jurek in Mexico's Copper Canyons. Then there's the secretive Tarahumara tribe, the best long- distance runners in the world. These are a people who live in basic conditions in Mexico, often in caves without running water, and run with only strips of old tyre or leather thongs strapped to the bottom of their feet. They are virtually barefoot. Come race day, the Tarahumara don't train. They don't stretch or warm up. They just stroll to the starting line, laughing and bantering, and then go for it, ultra- running for two full days, sometimes covering over 3. For the fun of it. One of them recently came first in a prestigious 1. He was 5. 7 years old. When it comes to preparation, the Tarahumara prefer more of a Mardi Gras approach. In terms of diet, lifestyle and training technique, they're a track coach's nightmare. They drink like New Year's Eve is a weekly event, tossing back enough corn- based beer and homemade tequila brewed from rattlesnake corpses to floor an army. Unlike their Western counterparts, the Tarahumara don't replenish their bodies with electrolyte- rich sports drinks. They don't rebuild between workouts with protein bars; in fact, they barely eat any protein at all, living on little more than ground corn spiced up by their favourite delicacy, barbecued mouse. How come they're not crippled? Modern running shoes on sale. I've watched them climb sheer cliffs with no visible support on nothing more than an hour's sleep and a stomach full of pinto beans. It's as if a clerical error entered the stats in the wrong columns. Shouldn't we, the ones with state- of- the- art running shoes and custom- made orthotics, have the zero casualty rate, and the Tarahumara, who run far more, on far rockier terrain, in shoes that barely qualify as shoes, be constantly hospitalised? The answer, I discovered, will make for unpalatable reading for the $2. It could also change runners' lives forever. Dr Daniel Lieberman, professor of biological anthropology at Harvard University, has been studying the growing injury crisis in the developed world for some time and has come to a startling conclusion: 'A lot of foot and knee injuries currently plaguing us are caused by people running with shoes that actually make our feet weak, cause us to over- pronate (ankle rotation) and give us knee problems. And if more people ran, fewer would be suffering from heart disease, hypertension, blocked arteries, diabetes, and most other deadly ailments of the Western world. The company was founded in the Seventies by Phil Knight, a University of Oregon runner, and Bill Bowerman, the University of Oregon coach. Before these two men got together, the modern running shoe as we know it didn't exist. Runners from Jesse Owens through to Roger Bannister all ran with backs straight, knees bent, feet scratching back under their hips. They had no choice: their only shock absorption came from the compression of their legs and their thick pad of midfoot fat. Thumping down on their heels was not an option. Despite all their marketing suggestions to the contrary, no. Bowerman didn't actually do much running. He only started to jog a little at the age of 5. New Zealand with Arthur Lydiard, the father of fitness running and the most influential distance- running coach of all time. Bowerman came home a convert, and in 1. Jogging. In between writing and coaching, Bowerman came up with the idea of sticking a hunk of rubber under the heel of his pumps. It was, he said, to stop the feet tiring and give them an edge. With the heel raised, he reasoned, gravity would push them forward ahead of the next man. Bowerman called Nike's first shoe the Cortez - after the conquistador who plundered the New World for gold and unleashed a horrific smallpox epidemic. It is an irony not wasted on his detractors. In essence, he had created a market for a product and then created the product itself. Bowerman's partner, Knight, set up a manufacturing deal in Japan and was soon selling shoes faster than they could come off the assembly line. The rest is history. The company's annual turnover is now in excess of $1. Since then, running- shoe companies have had more than 3. After all, Adidas has come up with a $2. Asics spent $3 million and eight years (three more years than it took to create the first atomic bomb) to invent the Kinsei, a shoe that boasts 'multi- angled forefoot gel pods', and a 'midfoot thrust enhancer'. Each season brings an expensive new purchase for the average runner. But at least you know you'll never limp again. Or so the leading companies would have you believe. Despite all their marketing suggestions to the contrary, no manufacturer has ever invented a shoe that is any help at all in injury prevention. If anything, the injury rates have actually ebbed up since the Seventies - Achilles tendon blowouts have seen a ten per cent increase. It was an astonishing revelation that had been hidden for over 3. Dr Richards was so stunned that a $2. Is any running- shoe company prepared to claim that wearing their distance running shoes will decrease your risk of suffering musculoskeletal running injuries? Is any shoe manufacturer prepared to claim that wearing their running shoes will improve your distance running performance? If you are prepared to make these claims, where is your peer- reviewed data to back it up?' Dr Richards waited and even tried contacting the major shoe companies for their data. In response, he got silence. So, if running shoes don't make you go faster and don't stop you from getting hurt, then what, exactly, are you paying for? What are the benefits of all those microchips, thrust enhancers, air cushions, torsion devices and roll bars? The answer is still a mystery. And for Bowerman's old mentor, Arthur Lydiard, it all makes sense. Shoes that let your foot function like you're barefoot - they're the shoes for me.' Soon after those two Nike sales reps reported back from Stanford, the marketing team set to work to see if it could make money from the lessons it had learned. Jeff Pisciotta, the senior researcher at Nike Sports Research Lab, assembled 2. When he zoomed in, he was startled by what he found. Instead of each foot clomping down as it would in a shoe, it behaved like an animal with a mind of its own - stretching, grasping, seeking the ground with splayed toes, gliding in for a landing like a lake- bound swan. Their feet flex, spread, splay and grip the surface, meaning you have less pronation and more distribution of pressure.' Nike's response was to find a way to make money off a naked foot. It took two years of work before Pisciotta was ready to unveil his masterpiece. It was presented in TV ads that showed Kenyan runners padding along a dirt trail, swimmers curling their toes around a starting block, gymnasts, Brazilian capoeira dancers, rock climbers, wrestlers, karate masters and beach soccer players. And then comes the grand finale: we cut back to the Kenyans, whose bare feet are now sporting some kind of thin shoe. It's the new Nike Free, a shoe thinner than the old Cortez dreamt up by Bowerman in the Seventies. And its slogan? A conservative . But, unlike the real thing, experts may still advise you to change them every three months. Edited extract from 'Born To Run' by Christopher Mc. Dougall, . This was discovered as far back as 1. Dr Bernard Marti, the leading preventative- medicine specialist at Switzerland's University of Bern. Dr Marti's research team analysed 4,3. Bern Grand Prix, a 9. All the runners filled out an extensive questionnaire that detailed their training habits and footwear for the previous year; as it turned out, 4. But what surprised Dr Marti was the fact that the most common variable among the casualties wasn't training surface, running speed, weekly mileage or 'competitive training motivation'. It wasn't even body weight or a history of previous injury. It was the price of the shoe. Runners in shoes that cost more than $9. Follow- up studies found similar results, like the 1. The Raven & Black Cat. No two experiences are alike at Blackout Haunted House (formerly NYC Halloween Haunted House), so we have two walk- through accounts for you. The first walk- through is my experience and the second is written by “S.”***My experience of Blackout Haunted House as best as I can remember, due to the terror and disorientation that was experienced.***I was one of the very first people to experience Blackout Haunted House in September. They were still working things out and making changes and I left with mixed feelings. It wasn’t as scary as it has been in the past and unlike past experiences it failed to create a moment terrifying enough to make me contemplate using the safe word. The following day co- creator Josh Randall e- mailed me and asked about my experience. I responded with a detailed e- mail and described what I loved and what could have been a lot scarier. On my return visit in October I told them to “bring it.” I challenged them to scare me. I assume that what happened to me was a complete accident and that they have made sure it will never happen again, but I can’t help but feel like I kind of asked for it. One of those nights when you really don’t want to leave your apartment. I have a second date with Blackout Haunted House. I am grumbling about the rain when I have to stop and laugh. You know there’s something wrong with you when you’re on your way to the scariest haunted house in New York and you’re stressed about the weather. I arrive at the 3. Street location, check- in, and take my place in line. I have 3 black dots marked on my hand to ensure the most traumatic experience possible, but the anxiety hasn’t hit me yet. I just feel excited. I update my facebook page one last time. In hindsight, it was probably a bad idea to tell Blackout Haunted House to “bring it.” Before I know it the guy ahead of me disappears behind the black plastic covering the entrance. I’m next. The anxiety begins. I push past the black plastic to reveal a dark hall- way. The walls are covered in more black plastic. I walk to the end of the hallway, turn left, and then walk to the end of another hallway. I stop on the . I am standing in front of a doorway draped in clear plastic. Beyond the door flashes a strobe light. A loud noise makes me jump and the fear sets in. I am ordered into the room. A flashlight is shined in my face. I put on the face mask that is handed to me. A series of health and safety related questions are shouted at me. I respond appropriately and then I am shoved through a dark passage. I take two steps and a large piece of plastic is pulled tightly over the front of my face. Disoriented and gasping for air I stumble into a dimly lit room. Several folding chairs sit before 2 stacked television sets. The first showing the graphic birthing of a calf and the second, a surveillance video camera displaying footage of me walking into the room. A woman in a hospital gown sits next to the TVs eating. She approaches me and motions to sit. I sit in a chair and the woman sits next to me. She begins to touch my face and my hair. On the surveillance video I see another woman slowly enter the room behind me. She sits and the two women touch my hair and face. The first woman takes my hand. After a few minutes the second woman snaps handcuffs around both my wrists and I am directed to the door. As I walk through the doorway large arms wrap around me in the darkness and I am instructed to stay still. Hands move around my neck and then a hard metal object draws a line all the way around my neck. A chill runs down my spine. I am ordered to lift my arms. I am ordered to kneel. Something firm pats my face and I am ordered to tilt my head back. Water pours over the bag forcing the bag to cling to my face. Unable to breath, I desperately force air out of my mouth. The bag raises and then comes crashing down over my face again and again. Next hands rub over my face and neck and then there is more water. Angry voices shout at me. One calls me a c*nt. I am ordered to scream several times and then told to bark like a dog. Struggling for air I am pulled to my feet. A voice orders me by name to turn to the left. I turn left and then a voice instructs me to walk straight ahead. I take a step and then arms grab me and a voice says “Not yet.” I stand completely still. My upper body is soaked with water. Before I know it the bag is lifting off of my head and I am shoved forward. The bag is no longer over my head, but I am still trapped in darkness and I realize that I’m falling. There is sharp pain as my knees and hands connect hard with a stone staircase. Arms quickly pull me to my feet. A frantic voice whispers “Are you OK?” I say “yes.” I realize that when the wet bag was lifted from my head, it caused my face mask to pull up over my eyes like a blindfold. I grab the face mask and shove it into my pocket. Then I begin to climb the stairs. There is a woman at the top. She shouts at me to climb a second flight of stairs. When I reach the next floor a different woman orders me to lie down on my back. She hands me a small glow stick and points to a tunnel and orders me to crawl through. As I begin to crawl, my aching knees scream for me to stop. Pieces of plastic are draped inside the tunnel to make the space even smaller, but any fear of small spaces is currently overshadowed by how much my knees hurt. When I finally reach the end of the tunnel a strange disturbed woman is waiting for me. She leads me into a dimly lit room with a chair. She tells me to sit and then walks over to stand on my left. She groans and takes my hand. She guides my hand between her legs and tells me to pull the string. I pull and she moans and out pops a bloody tampon. She grabs the hand holding the tampon and tells me to open my mouth. I follow her instruction and she squeezes liquid from the tampon into my open mouth. Then she orders me out of the room. I find myself standing in the dark. As my eyes adjust I see a short completely naked bearded man approach me. He is grinning, so I smile back at him. He greets me by name which is super creepy. He doesn’t appear to be feeling well and this is confirmed when he grabs my hand and makes a run for the nearby bathroom. He leads me inside and then shuts himself into the stall and vomits profusely. When the stall door opens he is smiling again and asks me to come inside. He explains that he needs me to get a key from inside the toilet. Wasting no time I start to reach in when he grabs my hand and coos “Oh ? Well you know some people get the key with their mouth like bobbing for apples. You wanna try that?” I politely decline the suggestion and he slowly guides my hand into the filthy toilet. A small light illuminates a naked woman chained to the floor. She begs for help. I rush over and try the toilet key in the lock. It doesn’t fit. She points to a sink. The faucet is running into a bucket. I reach my hand into the bucket and find another key. This key fits the lock and the naked woman and I try to make a break for it. We rush down a hallway and then suddenly she’s gone. A voice shouts “Get Out” as I am thrown from the house. I shake my head and look myself over. My hair and my sweatshirt are soaked. I have a small cut on my hand and my knees are throbbing. I am anxious to get home for a warm blanket and an Advil. I have a sudden need to curl up in the fetal position.———————————————————————————————– FINAL THOUGHTSThere is nothing like Blackout Haunted House. Each time I entrust them with my safety, I have no idea what to expect. I attended both their 2. Haunted House & May Off- Season Event, yet never in my wildest dreams did I expect to be water boarded. There are strict rules for those who enter, but when it comes to the content inside the house, Blackout obliterates all the rules of the traditional haunted house. I was involved in an accident while inside Blackout Haunted House. I admit that I wasn’t thrilled to have black and blue knees, but that split second when I realized that something had gone wrong was terrifying. If a moment like that could be safely simulated, it would be an incredible addition to what is already a sick, twisted abduction experiment. I look forward to what they have in store for us in the future. Walk- Through by “S”Blackout NYC is an extreme haunted experience. I’d read all the reviews, watched the teaser videos and was super psyched to live through the terror first- hand. The wave of a flashlight told me to enter the plastic- covered doorway. As I walk through the tight hallway, feeling my way through the darkness, I seriously wonder what I am doing there. I’d never gone to a haunted attraction on my own and I certainly wouldn’t be able to live it down if I needed to use the safe word. I’m instructed to wait at the entrance to a dimly- lit room. As I wait in the dark for what seems like forever, I take in my surroundings. The doorway is made of clear butcher- type plastic. I can’t see through it, but occasionally I can see flashes of a hand- held light and hear the piercing sound of a whistle. Surrounded by plastic, I can’t help but draw upon images of a Dexter- style kill room. Suddenly, a bright light blinds me and I’m instructed to enter the dark room, where we go over the rules. No touching the actors, no speaking once inside. I’m asked if I know the safe word, I nod, fearful that if I answer I’ll be sent to the back of the line. I’m asked to say the safe word“Safety”He hands me a surgical mask. I put it on and immediately feel the warmth of my own breath. Am I really breathing this fast already? I’m told to stand on an X facing a black plastic curtain and countdown from three when I’m ready. Three. As I try to adjust to my surroundings, a plastic sheet is pulled taught over my face. I can’t breathe. I’m being pushed along the floor to the opposite corner of the room. My abductor releases the plastic enough for me to take a gulp of air through the sterile mask.
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