So we woke up fairly rested, hopped into our nicer gym wear, skipped up the 6 flights of stairs to Lido deck, enjoyed a nice light breakfast of one slice of french toast and some fruit (no really!), skipped up 2 more flights of stairs, and went to the gym (no REALLY!). It was kind of like being in a gym right after New Years. Every treadmill was occupied by people who clearly haven't seen a gym in a while (and there were a TON of them on this ship...Biggest Loser could have cast the next three seasons). Every bike was equally as occupied. Every weight machine was in horrible condition. So with sadness on our faces (hide that smile Brad), we decided that working out on the ship was likely not going to be on our schedule. We would just take the stairs every day all day, swim on our days in port, and go up to the track for a mile walk after every meal.
The rest of the day was spent lounging at the pool, watching the hairy chest contest, watching ice carving demonstrations, reading, munching on fries and arugula sandwiches, and enjoying the fantastic Yellowbird drink (I now know how to make it if anyone needs a new fun drink). Basically, it was fantastic. We ended the day with formal dinner, lobster and bread pudding, a bottle of wine, and a wee bit of slots (c'mon little dino...let's go digging for gold!). Our towel animal for the night was this little guy...I vote pig.

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