Going faster

The more comfortable I get with the Z, the farther I push. I got home today a little tense, and my hands were trembling slightly. It was the feeling of fear mixed with excitement. I drove smoother than I ever have, but somehow I felt like I just walked away from a car wreck. I felt excited because of how well I drove, but I felt fear because all my actions were unconscious. Was I in control?

It reminds me of the feeling of: many hours of preparation leading to a split-second of perfect, reflexive choreography --- a moment so fast that I cannot consciously comprehend it, even though I understand that it happened.