I won't come home till after I've shaken hands with native lands... 'cause I wanted water

[gotbottle]

Who: Rachel Conway and YOU
What: Swimming day
Where: Kincaid's gym, in Flyside, at the pool and hot tub
When: this afternoon and evening
Notes: If you want to assume your character was one of the friends texted below for meeting-up purposes, have at! Or if you want to catch her on her way there or home, or just have some network-post-style chatting, we can do that too, just say so in your tag.
Warnings: N/A, will update as needed.

In the morning, a text message goes out to all her friends:

Finally getting around to swimming. Kincaid's, Flyside, I'll probably be there about 2 and stay for a couple hours. Come join if you want!

It takes her a while to get moving that morning--she's still not sleeping well, still having weird dreams that she can't grasp on awakening any farther than the unsettled feelings they leave her with. She's still reading that diary she found, too, fascinated by the way so much of this woman's life parallels her own.

But she does eventually get going, out running errands for a while, then a quick lunch. And then it's over to Flyside on the train, to avail herself of the pool. They're quiet today, and she's glad for that as she changes into a two-piece swimsuit in the locker room and stows the rest of her things.

She hits the water at once, tearing through it with surprising power and ferocity, back and forth and back and forth in her lane. She's told people she loses herself in the water, shedding her worries and leaving behind everything but the present moment, and that's true; today, however, losing herself is a plan of attack, not a happy circumstance. She needs the exercise, wants to wear herself down a little, prays she can either let go or tire herself enough that tonight she sleeps and tomorrow she feels more herself. Up and down the lane she goes, over and over until her muscles ache.

She spends a little while in the nearby hot tub to both soothe her poor out-of-practice muscles, and to try to lull herself into a more relaxed state. She'll get out, soon, shower, dress, and slowly make her way back home.