On a muggy Monday morning in East Hampton this past August, Nev Schulman ran six miles in 43 minutes. Racing along Abrahams Path, a shaded road that winds past golf courses and squash stands, Schulman split sub-6:30 for his third, fourth and fifth miles. That pace would be impressive for a long-distance runner at any age; for a man one month removed from 40, it telegraphed some serious fitness. Training was going well. Schulman is based in Brooklyn, and he’d come out to Long Island with his wife and three kids to stay at his dad’s house for the rest of an oppressively hot summer. Later that afternoon, Schulman boarded his e-bike and set off to pick up his son from day camp. Coming up on traffic near Town Pond, navigating the end of a shoulder into a right turn, Schulman ran out of pavement. “I’m not sure exactly what happened, ’cause I don’t remember,” Schulman told us this week. “But somehow, traffic didn’t move how I thought it would, and I ended up getting into an accident where I flew over my handlebars and hit the back of a work truck." |