Wrath of the traffic gods

Olentangy Bike Trail: Columbus, OH

I learned my lesson the hard way. Once behind the wheel. Once behind the handlebars. All in a matter of one week in March.

First of all, traffic laws in Ohio are ridiculous. No U turns? Seriously? I'm way too cool, busy and important for that one. So I do it. It's illegal. The State of Ohio says it's dangerous. So I got a ticket. I could have paid for two race entries with that money!

That same week I was on a morning ride with a friend on my favorite bike trail. It was 7:30 am and the dew was still heavy. There are a series of bridges on the trail posted with signs reading 'slow: slippery bridge.'

Again, I'm too fast, strong and agile for that. Those signs are made for the lowest common denominator of riders, right? Well, maybe so. But I learned that I am a select member of that group.

My back tire came out from under me on the bridge and all 200 lbs. at 20 mph went down onto my left knee. The pain was excruciating.

So fast forward to today. I've nursed this injury along, not yet seeking professional medical help because I thought it would heal. I haven't been able to ride hard for 4 weeks and my running has deteriorated along with it. I am racing in my first sprint triathlon of the season in two days and instead of crushing my time from last year, I'll be turning in a mediocre performance.

So this is my confession and reconciliation with the traffic gods. I hereby swear to be a more law abiding and consciousness driver and rider. Now can my knee get better?