"There's no way to anticipate the emotional impact of leaving your home planet. You look down at Earth and realize: You're not on it. It's breathtaking. It's surreal. It's a "we're not in Kansas anymore, Toto" kind of feeling. But I've spent a total of 55 days in space, over the course of five missions for NASA, and I've learned that being out there isn't just a series of breathtaking moments. It's a mix of the transcendently magical and the deeply prosaic. It can be crowded, noisy, and occasionally uncomfortable. Space travel—at least the way we do it today—isn't glamorous. But you can't beat the view!
Everyone imagines that when you're sitting on the launchpad atop 7 million pounds of explosive rocket fuel, you're nervous and worried; but the truth is, there isn't much to do for those two hours after you climb into the shuttle. Many astronauts just take a nap. You're strapped in like a sack of potatoes while the system goes through thousands of prelaunch checks. Occasionally you have to wake up and say "Roger" or "Loud and clear." But the launch itself is a whole other thing—from the pad to orbit in 8.5 minutes, accelerating the entire time until you reach the orbital velocity of 17,500 mph. That is a ride.
It turns out that once you're actually in orbit, zero-g has some upsides. Without gravity, bodily fluids move toward your head. It's a great face-lift. Your stomach gets flat. You feel long, because you grow an inch or two. (I thought, "Oh cool, I'll be tall," but of course everybody else was taller too.)…"
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