I live in Denver and work as a handyman. I've been more a homebody and very introverted.

PHILOSOPHY

To Each Their Own

Intereses

When I'm not sitting quietly thinking to myself, I enjoy a good conversation about life and the universe. I also remain rather active, I used to run a lot playing ultimate frisbee competitively but had to stop due to chronic leg pains. I am an avid rock climber and yoga...do-er. I also enjoy a good movie night.

• yoga
• bouldering
• hiking
• rock climbing

Algo increíble que he hecho

Seveal years ago I was visiting my brothers in Boulder, Colorado. One day I decided to go for a hike by myself. I got to the base of the 2nd Flat Iron(a large rock face) and decided I would climb just a few feet, then a few more feet, then a few more feet. Until I found myself about 50ft up the wall and I decided it would be easier to keep climbing up than to climb down. This was all before my avid rock climbing days, I was a very inexperienced climber at this point. At some point during the climb I found myself wrapped around a bulge of rock. There were no holds to grab to pull myself further, only the tension of my limbs wrapped round the curvature of the rock held me up, like wrapping around a giant beachball. I could only move one limb at a time as I tried to find a solid foot hold or hand grip. I spent many seconds grasping this rock, as fatigue began to set in I looked down, then back up, then back down. I saw only a fall that would certainly mean my demise. It was at this point, muscles shaking, that I came to terms with my own death "This is it, this is how I die. OK." With this realization and acceptance, and with no other options, I threw myself to the left of the rock, relinquishing my tension hold and blindly throwing my hands at the rock face in the hopes of finding something I could hold on to. As my hands thew to the wall I found it, something I could grip. I pulled myself up and continued my climb. I eventually made it to the top, several hundred feet from where I began.