I'm no jock, so every time the instructor in the spinning class I've been taking on Fridays tells us to "cheer each other on," I smile encouragingly but let the others do the whoo-hooing.
It's not that I don't enjoy a good whoo-hoo. I'm just not one to do them myself.
Today, I decided I'd sponged off others' whoo-hoos long enough. After all, if everybody did what I did, we'd just be listening to Cher with no encouraging noises at all.
So, yes, upon being urged to do so, I whoo-hooed.
I won't lie: at first, I was quite self-conscious. This may actually be my first athletic whoo-hoo. Ever. After a bit, however, I was whoo-hooing with the best of them. I even tossed in a "you go girl!" or two.
Does this make me a jock?
And is butt-slapping next?