There is something mysterious that great swimmers have, an intrinsic feel for the water which is both self-evident and indefinable. Swimmers must be comfortable in their heads; they must be able to withstand and even enjoy, long stretches of conversation with themselves. In the water, thoughts have an unmoored, weightless quality. They drift, circle, repeat and weave together according to a rhythm maintained by counted breaths and punctuated by flip turns like cymbal flourishes. It's one of the pleasures of swimming–the unexpected places that the mind will wander. As fall approaches, our son takes to the pool for intense one-on-one lessons with Robert Verner at the Bay Club in Redwood Shores to continue his mastery of the waves.
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