No problem, if it's under duress. Intuition may simply be, in part, stored-up thinking saving your bacon. But that's for times when there isn't time to ruminate on possibilities like a cow chewing a cud.
Fastest decision I ever made was in less than a heartbeat, when I was a young teenager. A friend and I were walking along a tidal creek, in full ugly, dark, swirling ebb, current at eight knots, cold March day. I slipped right off the embankment and when I knew I was a goner I jumped for a lone piling about five feet out, maybe six feet of it above the water and it was about seven inches across at the top, enough to get my hands around it. I grabbed it and my body swung out with it, and when the tide grabbed it and pushed it back I could actually feel it filled with energy. It swung hard back toward the shore. I could have hung on and someone would have gotten a boat and plucked me off, but it just felt right to LET GO. The thing swung like an arm on a catapult and threw me back on the bank. It was over so fast my friend didn't even have a chance to yell.
"What the hell did you just do?" he asked while I was lying on the ground, not even wet.
"Damned if I know," I said.
Given a chance to think, though, I tend to think first, then decide. I've learned patience.