Karen writes: Women are from Auckland, Men are from Mars

We got plenty of exercise yesterday, trotting back and forth over the 1.8km from the apartment to the conference center.   We also went to the end of conference dinner, an enjoyable meal which had a 'rock' theme, but most importantly there was a live band performing all the favourite dance covers and a whole lot of activity, some of it even dancing, went on (Kevin, who shall we send the photos too?).  Yes, truly the secret to good training has to be having plenty of variety....
demonstrating specialty lung training exercises
But what about the men from Mars?    Kate noticed them first during the day, big men wearing serious looking suits, incongruously wedging themselves into little conference seats among all the diabetes nurses.  Two larger than life gents, drifting implacably through the conference, and then they turned up again at the dinner.  We of course couldn’t resist asking who they were, actually we asked ‘what’ they were and admittedly they coped quite well with our suggestions that they were bouncers, barristers or ballerinas.  If that wasn't suspicious enough in itself, they admitted that they were men from Mars.   At this point, risking spoiling a good story,  I should say that it was Mars popularly known for confectionery, but what they were doing infiltrating a diabetes conference we are still not entirely sure.  

Actually, the deal was that these intrepid Americans were planning on introducing to the unsuspecting Australian market a cocoa based product with too many ‘poly…something…or other…enols’ in it to be easily understood after a glass of wine.   What interested us however was that it possibly had implications for endurance athletes to help with their recovery...hang on...chocolate based product…for recovery…YES!   So we shall watch this space, we aren’t entirely convinced of the veracity of their explanation for being there, and think that any confectionery company representative(s) making a foray into a diabetes conference would have to be either very brave, very foolish, from some secret undercover acronym obsessed organisation with a very poor talent for putting together a good cover story, or quite possibly, from Mars.

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