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đŁ 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 âwe may be stuck here for good, how the fuck do you pronounce gem-e-pew???â

Enter: A van full of French footie lads.
One of them says theyâre 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 yeahâŠ
Five minutes in and weâre 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 âwe wonât tell out mums about that oneâ look painted on our faces.
Whatâs 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 đ
Most people come into our coaching saying, âHonestly, I didnât know what to expect. Thought your videos were jokes so hoped I wouldnât bail after a month.â
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 doesnât involve shame, spreadsheets, or pretending to love a meal plan of chicken dinners and almond snacks.
So if youâre 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 youâre shagging with:
And if that tickles your pickle, join here and get started today:
»»»» Join the 1-1 coaching team today
I promise not to kidnap you (unless requested x)
Big love
Rachel
The Sweary Online PT / Le swear-ie Petite