riding down SMB

on our bikes, my memories are of looking back at you to make sure you’re OK. in your big helmet that makes you look like a martian or an amateur skateboarder. over my shoulder, you’re there, pedaling along on that hand-me-down bike from your ex-husband’s friend’s wife. ALL OF YOUR PELOTON TRAINING HAS BEEN FOR THIS MOMENT! i yell jokingly as the cars whiz by us going west on Santa Monica. i look forward and then back again and you are smiling. i look forward and smile too.