When I asked Philippe if there was a nice place to have a relaxed stroll, he told me of the beautiful land of ‘Sweetwater’ about 10k outside of the city. If you try to google ‘Sweetwater Leuven’ you will get a bunch of Sweetwater locations in Texas and Georgia. But I eventually figured out that Sweetwater translated to Zoet water in Flemmish. I also discovered that the route to Zoet water looked like it went through some nice areas outside of the city with lakes and trails. So I figured I would just take a backpack with some snacks and walk there. If I was too tired to walk back, there was apparently a regular bus back to the city. I had no map, no phone, but a general sense of where Zoet water lay in relation to the train line and river. Zoet water ho!
I almost abandoned my mission to Zoet water entirely when I came across a tempting sauna house with a very convincing arrowMaps in Belgium are conspicuously lacking the ‘You Are Here’ iconHmm, I have no idea whether I’m anywhere close to the route to Sweetwater. But at least there are ponies!When in doubt, follow the train linesZoet water, zoet Zoet water!A dense fog rolls in…..I should really be getting home before it gets dark and mistyBut wait, there are giant mushroom statues!And pony paarden kampen!It was a harrowing journey back through the dark foggy woods, and I was so happy to return back at my hotel room (despite the ‘interesting’ painting over my bed)
Plantar fascial fibromatosis, also known as Ledderhose’s disease, Morbus Ledderhose, and plantar fibromatosis, is a relatively uncommon[1] non-malignant thickening of the feet’s deep connective tissue, or fascia. In the beginning, where nodules or cords start growing along tendons of the foot, the disease is minor. Eventually, however, the cords thicken, the toes stiffen and bend, and walking becomes painful. The disease is named after Dr. Georg Ledderhose, a German surgeon who described the condition for the first time in 1894.[2][3] A similar disease is Dupuytren’s disease, which affects the hand and causes bent hand or fingers.
As in most forms of fibromatosis, it is usually benign and its onset varies with each patient.[4] The nodules are typically slow growing[1][4] and most often found in the central and medial portions of the plantar fascia.[1] Occasionally, the nodules may lie dormant for months to years only to begin rapid and unexpected growth.[4] It need to be surgically removed only if discomfort hinders walking.[5]
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In October I discovered I that a plantar fibroma had developed on my left foot. My left arch had given me intermittent pains for several months, but I had thought it was just a bit of plantar fasciitis. It only bothered me when I ran very rocky trails, giving me a sharp zing if I hit a rock the wrong way. But after running in Shenandoah with Matt, Heather, Keith, and Aaron I noticed there was a little bump in the center of the arch that was very tender to the touch. I went to see an orthopedist, a podiatrist, and my PT, who all diagnosed it as a fibroma with no real treatment options. Interventions like cortizone, surgery, and orthotics are likely to do more harm than good. Sometimes, when I’m feeling electric shocks zing through my foot waking me up in the middle of the night (I was dreaming I was walking through an electrical current until I woke up and realized it wasn’t a dream*), I fantasize about just cutting that little sucker right out. But I only have one long-term option: pain management. This injury is making the old days of IT band and plantar injuries look pretty darn good: at least with those injuries I could do things to alleviate the problem. But a fibroma is unlikely to go away, and all I can do is back off and try not to make stupid mistakes that will accelerate the hardening and eventually will make it painful even to walk. The first stupid mistake would certainly have been trying to run Masochist through the pain.
The first sign of the new order is my attendance at the Wilson pool. I am about as aquatic as my cat Leda. I’m pretty good at getting in and out of a hot tub. And I can swim enough to save my life. But I don’t do ‘laps’. When I was injured in college, my track coach tried to get me to aqua jog. After two weeks I couldn’t take it anymore and quit for the season. But Aaron and his Magic have gotten me into the lap lane for the first time in my life, and I’m getting the hang of it. Bubbles, breathe, bubbles, breathe…….
*The dream was actually a bit more detailed. In it I was trying to follow my father as we walked through this ankle-deep swirl of electricity. For anyone who has seen my father’s real feet, they’re what you’d get if you crossed the feet of an immuno-compromised ogre with a velociraptor, with thick green toenails that curl all the way around the front of his toe to click on the ground when he walks and splotches of untreated fungus on the top of his foot. In the dream my father couldn’t understand why I kept hopping and yelping in pain with each electrical yap, while his Shrek feet were entirely impervious to the electrical current.
