The sun has dipped below the horizon on Long Island and the street lamps in the Bethpage State Park car lot blink to life. The clubhouse is quiet. The last golf carts have been hosed down and stored, ...

We called it “The Gauntlet,” and like most other impressive feats of human endurance (see: any word that ends in “-athalon”), it was an exercise in self-loathing thinly veiled as a journey in ...