If that gal can move like that in a horizontal position, I'll bet her husband/boyfriend has his chiropractor on speed dial. I was in USAF basic training in 1967 with a bunch of guys from American Samoa. They were chocolate brown, about "4 feet nothing" tall, and built like a fireplug. Those guys were as tough as a $2.00 steak. All of us were members of "Project 100,000" which was a special program for people who either didn't meet the physical or police record standards for normal enlistment. My training flight also included some incredibly fat couch potatoes and some damyankee gangbangers with a police record a mile long. The washout rate was pretty steep. My "disqualifying" factor was a reckless driving and speeding history going back several years. At least I never got caught with a tanker loaded with Tennessee moonshine whiskey.
