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...always try to push the envelope," instructor Scot Green explains...
Zhang Ziyi rolls across a library floor in a gauzy white tunic, trying to perfect an action stunt and she's in pain. Her forefinger is a swollen lump, bruised from an injury the previous day, and each thrust of her sword sets it throbbing anew. Her instructor lists the problems to work on: straighten the legs, revolve the body faster and finish at a better angle. Ziyi huffs, shuffles her Nikes, then dives again. No good. She squeals in agony. Director Zhang Yimou gives his action director the word: "Simplify it." Cinematographer Chris Doyle heaves a sympathetic sigh, which...
...January of 2000 my wife and I took a trip to Lake Placid and I took my first-ever ski lesson at the facility at Mt. Van Hoevenburg. The instructor was very patient and professional during the hour that I displayed no detectable ability on skis. Whatever experience I had from my first largely imaginary foray into the sport in the '80s was worse than useless. The specific technique used in biathlon, called "skating," proved immeasurably elusive for me, despite the fact that I was in the hands of a veteran coach in a one-on-one lesson...
...unfair. The instructor's job is defying gravity. My job is telling stories. Her job involves putting all her weight and faith on two hunks of metal that are three millimeters wide. My job is to write down my thoughts. But here's the main difference between her job and my job: because everyone has thoughts and just about everyone can write, when I do my job well, people outside the field think, "Hey, I could do that! Anyone could do that!" But when the skating instructor does her job well, laymen skid away humbly, mouthing the words...
After the instructor skated away at the end of the class, the other women in my group huddled together consoling one another with affirmations. Even though my learning curve was taking a nosedive, standing there complimenting and being complimented reminded me of something more worthwhile to remember than the backward swizzle: how kind people can be. At the risk of sounding a little too Oprah, the loveliest thing about the lessons wasn't the halfhearted compliments of the instructors. It was the shared glances of my bumbling fellow students--the solidarity of the incompetent. Don't knock it. I received...