I don't get the fascination with playing fast in disc golf, anyway. I'm in the park for fun. Why do I need to be in such a damn hurry for my fun to be over?
I don't know about fascination, but perhaps a touch of ADHD.
On a familiar course I tend to arrive at the tee, or my lie, knowing what I'm going to throw, and how I'm going to throw it. I rarely spend much time pondering that---except a really bad lie, which isn't quite so rare for me, or uncertain winds.
I know people who savor their rounds....stories to be told on the tee, and they carry so much stuff they sort of set up camp at their lie. Different strokes for different folks.