The first car I ever drove was a 1996 Dodge Grand Caravan SE. I remember being strapped into the captain’s chair, feeling the raw engine power that only a decade-old minivan could provide, and feeling intimidated. My heart started beating faster. My palms began to sweat. Time was stretched. Then I turned it on.
Needless to say, my first time driving a car wasn’t very fast. Or well controlled, or anything beyond an awkward bouncing between the accelerator (which was very firm—one tiny push would make the car lunge faster than a starved jaguar faced with an obese goat), the brakes, and the steering wheel. But over time, I began to get more comfortable with the car and more confident with my maneuvering. After having driven on a plethora of roads, in many conditions, in cars of many sizes, and at all times of the day, I can say that driving isn’t as bad as I thought it was that very first time.
Which brings me to the point: usually, things are not gonna go so peachy on the first try. Usually, they are awkward and clunky ordeals that serve only as fodder for whoever was there watching you to use. Yet, we constantly expect first-time success. Thing is, without having tried something once, twice, or thousands of times, we’re never going to get the working experience necessary to commit something to memory, muscle or otherwise. That doesn’t mean that there aren’t going to be times when something you try just comes so naturally that practice is pretty unnecessary; all it means is that most of the time, you’re going to have to invest time into getting anywhere near perfection.
First focus on hitting your target, on truly understanding the motions, only then can you begin to work on increasing your speed.