The water is mellow, flavorful and refreshing. Not only does the gorgeous campus scenery help the grind time fly by, it also reminds gym goers that there are nicer views than the butt of the treadmiller straight ahead. They led carefree lives in the years before World War II, but these surfmasters dropped their boards and served their country when the time came. In 1986, members of the club, now grandfathers and grandmothers, again stepped forward to become the driving spirit behind the creation of the Santa Cruz Surfing Museum at Lighthouse, the first of its kind in the world. The worst thing about planning a Saturday on the basketball court is the driving.
Precious time is wasted scouting available court space while the sun fades and frustrations flare.
I can hardly wait to get up on a Sunday morning. First, I hit the gym at Spa Fitness and push and pull on things for a couple of hours. After a sauna and Jacuzzi, I head two blocks up the road to the Capitola Book Cafe and buy a double nonfat latte. Friends and neighbors drop by and chat as I go into mental and physical overload, coffee working its magic. For a news and exercise junkie, it's heaven.