About Me
Short Me
I love pasta.
I like molasses too.
I was employed as a web developer.
I have owned one business.
I went to college.
I am back in college.
I love outdoor sports.
I eat to live, not live to eat.
I like to learn.
I’m colorblind.
I’m passionate.
I used to want to own a bagel shop.
I’m sarcastic.
I’m almost healed.
Contact Me
rothryan [at] gmail dot com
More Me.
I live in Boulder, CO. I’m an endurance fanatic. I love pushing my body to its limits. Why? Well, I’m amazed at the thoughts my brain generates at those points in time. The fresh air being pushed and pulled into my lungs brings sanity into my life; during exercise i am brought back to the basics: air, water, survival. I find my most pure moments to be when my heart rate is at 190 and my calves are screaming for rest. I live to reach my breaking point. On days that I don’t, I wish that I had.
I thought school was neat for meeting people, but mostly useless for learning. I found books to be especially useful for that sort of thing. I own a library of some fifty plus geek books that help me through different projects. I like those libros mucho. When I’m not running or cycling, I’m geekin, and that’s just me.
I’m encouraged when people say hi to me first and I’m discouraged when people steal. ‘Rad’ is one of my favorite words and pasta is a staple in my diet. My mom is a dietitian and I wish I ate more fruit. I bet she does too. My brother and sister are in college. I live in a college town. I never wear socks that match, it saves me time. I don’t blink when watching movies in the theatre, thus my contacts dry out.
I’m confused by the world, by the actions of others, and hate. Getting to know me is tough, I’m having a hard time doing that myself. What I’ve found though, is passion for persistence, discovery, friendship and love. Those make me sleep easy at night. My absent mindedness frees me from the world, but often brings me crashing down to reality. Right. I’m not without fault. Some days I just feel like I am an accident. I break myself, I lose things, I hurt feelings, or my feelings get hurt.
I wish smurfs were real and handlebar mustaches never existed. I biked across the country once, my brother did too. But unfortunately my active lifestyle has come to a screeching halt. After eleven months of chronic injury I discovered I had a labral tear in my right hip. Argh. Surgery happened on March 29, 2007. Six months of recovery have commenced. But yet, I’m still healing. I’ll keep you posted in the main blog.
Filed by ryanroth at June 29th, 2007 under Life