If I had a chance to relive my life with all the knowledge I possess right now, I would, without a doubt, choose to get into F1 racing. I would start from my childhood in F9 and build up to F1. 

I have a straightforward and compelling explanation for this. I have always been fascinated by F1 racing until I started to study the engines, mechanics, and science behind everything that makes F1, F1. The F1 racing engines are just as complex as rocket engines which I currently study. The drivers have to be just as ridiculously fit to withstand all the forces acting on them. The cars pull around 2G while starting and can pull approximately 6G while braking and on sharp corners. Astronauts commonly experience a maximum g-force of around 3gs during a rocket launch.


It is the closest you can train to become an astronaut. The workout and fitness regimes are strict as they can come for F1 racers. The drivers have to keep their weight, VO2max constantly in check for their entire career in F1. To endure these forces, drivers need outright muscle strength in their necks, core, and legs, with enough stamina to perform from the first lap of a race until the last. They also need good cardiovascular fitness as heart rates can average more than 170bpm throughout a race, which is more than a healthy adult would typically experience while running. That is the exact BPM I have while running. 


Not only would I already understand the complex engines, parts but I would also be physically fit along with a solid cash balance in the bank to fund my education after I retire by age 25. The more I study and learn about the intricates of F1 racing, the more my respect for the sport increases. Too bad it didn’t catch much in the US. There is so much similarity between becoming an astronaut and an F1 racer that I contemplated my career choice for a split second.