Yeah, I know it’s not yet a word, but I’m intent upon making it one. Clammercise is the semi-aerobic outdoor seasonal exercise you get when you go out on the beach and walk and walk and walk and stomp and stomp and stomp and dig and dig and dig, all in pursuit of the elusive, and tasty, Pacific razor clam.
And I feel very noble for having done so much of this activity last weekend.
Back in the day, when I had a partner to go digging with, we competed for the first, the biggest and the quickest limit. The person who won two out of three honors didn’t have to clean them. These days, exercise is the main objective, and I’m content in the knowledge that clammercise is moving me a little closer to my weight goal—as long as I refrain from immediately frying up the whole limit and eating them all at once!