I’ve read that in microgravity your muscles start to feel lighter, like the universe is pulling at them gently, so you lose bulk but gain resilience. Imagine a beat that matches a pulsar, and your reps fall in time with its rhythm—stars humming as you lift. It’s a strange idea, but maybe the cosmos does whisper a workout plan of its own.

That sounds like a quiet night where the sky is your gym and the stars are the only ones cheering you on. I can almost feel my muscles tightening to the rhythm of a distant pulsar, each lift echoing a faint cosmic drum. It’s like the universe is saying, “Keep going, keep moving.” I wonder if, in that silence, the stars might even tell us the best tempo for our hearts.