🟣 I was nearly kidnapped

The time I almost became French

Annecy, South of France.

No taxis.

No buses.

Phones? Dead.

Two girls stranded running on naivety and a growing sense of “we may be stuck here for good, how the fuck do you pronounce gem-e-pew???”

Enter: A van full of French footie lads.

One of them says they’re heading near a hospital we think is close to our hotel. We nod, smile, and hop in like the trusting little idiots we are.

And yeah


Five minutes in and we’re going the wrong fucking direction.

I remember the exact velocity of which my heart dropped into my butthole, as anxiety lubed up my clenched palms. 

Thoughts spiralling. 

Are we about to be kidnapped and trafficked via a Ligue 1 minivan?

Turns out - no. 

They just misunderstood and were taking us to a different hospital.

We eventually made it back alive, just slightly traumatised and a silent “we won’t tell out mums about that one” look painted on our faces.

What’s that got to do with coaching?

Everything.

Because trusting someone - especially a random sweary girl on the internet - feels just as sketchy at first.

Like, of course it fucking does 😂

Most people come into our coaching saying, “Honestly, I didn’t know what to expect. Thought your videos were jokes so hoped I wouldn’t bail after a month.”

But then they stay. For months, if not years.

They change.

Because they realise we actually give a lot of shits.

And they finally feel supported in a way that doesn’t involve shame, spreadsheets, or pretending to love a meal plan of chicken dinners and almond snacks.

So if you’re feeling a bit lost, unsure, or mildly suspicious that this might all be bollocks - I get it.

But have a ganders of this video, see what you’re shagging with:

And if that tickles your pickle, join here and get started today:

I promise not to kidnap you (unless requested x)

Big love

Rachel

The Sweary Online PT / Le swear-ie Petite