Tall tale

You never know when your next good laugh might be. I had mine last night, talking with Michele, the Quality Control gal who had watched my yearly Jazzercise evaluation video.

It was something of a nail-biter, recording the class, hoping the iPad worked, that I was doing everything I was supposed to, that the set was a good mix of moves and music genres.

Lots of instructors grouse about the process, but as it’s intended to make us better instructors, and give our customers the best possible experience –not to mention required — I just go with it.

Screenshot from my evaluation video.

Watching the video before I turned it in was pure hell. I nitpicked (more than Michele did as it turned out), hated how I look, how I sound, etc. Was sure I was in for a tough call.

I was wrong. Last night’s call was full of compliments and constructive criticism; I got a lot out of the conversation (and passed for the third consecutive year!).

One comment, however, stopped me cold.

“You’re so tall,” she said. “What are you, 5 foot, 10?”

I laughed out loud, for a good long time.

I am many things (a few of them pleasant), but tall is not one of them. At 5 feet, 2 inches, I should give up already and carry a step stool with me at all times.

Must be my slim-fitting exercise pants — or perhaps rather than add 10 pounds, the camera added 8 inches.

Now if I could only find a way to do that in real life!