“When it’s blue sky and you’re on the polar plateau, you can feel so small. It’s just endless, and you’re like this tiny little speck. You can look 360 degrees, there’s nothing. There’s no tree, no building. You are the only tiny little thing out there in this endless sea of light.” Two guys spent weeks racing across Antarctica. The NYT got them to share some reflections on the journey. (I can barely get motivated enough to take my dogs for a walk.)