But I was not really alone. There were lots of old Russian men on their way to the beach to do their chest pounding calisthenics. The Russians in Brooklyn have a reputation for being a little rude. That was so far from my experience this morning. 4 or 5 of these guys came from 2 different directions to see if I was OK. None of them spoke a word of English, but I could tell they saw me fall and were concerned for my well being. (Or maybe they were just impressed with flying.) They were happy to see me get up and take a photo of the screw that caused me to fall.
Anyway, in less than 2 months the Brooklyn Half Marathon will pass over that screw. If I were in the middle of 7,000 other runners this would have been worse. Worse for me and the runners behind me.