With all my talk of secrets, I thought it only fair to come clean to you dear hannihaus readers. No, I’m not ready to reveal The Secret (it really is coming), but I am going to announce a new segment of this site called The Truth. The Truth will be my confessional, a place to share, for all you voyeurs out there, my best kept secrets. It’s kind of a post secret type thing, but without the post cards and of course, there’s no anonymity. At the end of each post, I will ask you, gentle readers, to tell your Truth, should you feel the need for catharsis. Of course, you can post anonymously.

So let me show you how it’s done.

The Truth

I acted all nice when you sweetly inquired if my treadmill was broken, but the truth is, inside I was mad, mad, mad. I’m fairly sure, before I entered the gym, that you tried “my treadmill”, found it wasn’t working, and picked the other one for your morning speed walk. Then, when I came in, looking like a dolt in my booty shorts and pink sweatbands, you let me fiddle helplessly with the broken treadmill for a few minutes before addressing me, pretending not to know that it wouldn’t start up. I’m fairly certain you did this, because I did the very same thing to some other girl last week.

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