I have a Manhattan neck doctor. Last month he told me I needed to begin swim rehab. Before we move forward with this story, let me explain. I have a neck injury. And no, it’s not from kickboxing, Tae Bo, or Zumba. It’s not from a car accident or falling down the stairs. It’s because I decided, during those early twenties of mine, as I was living the hard core life of a Peace Corps Volunteer, that it would be in my best interest to carry heavy, very heavy, buckets of water, maize, bricks, concrete slabs….on my head. You know, the usual thing 20 somethings do when they graduate with an expensive BA in Anthropology.  The positive side of things is that now…