Yesterday, we continued to enjoy the cooler Florida temps, and I went out for a 3 miler in the morning. It was cool enough that I ran at 9:30 am, and I was comfortable! Typically, by 9:30 am, it's about a bazillion degrees outside, and I wouldn't run at that time if you paid me. (No wait, that's not true, I'd definitely run then if I were being paid, but I'd be demanding a hefty salary to run at that time of day.)
Caleb joined me, and at one point, it rained on us a bit. It wasn't too much -- a steady drizzle at best -- but I still stopped and covered the stroller with the weathershield. Classic South Florida, the rain only lasted about 5 minutes, so half a mile after stopping to put the weathershield on, I stopped again to remove it. He didn't mind the brief stops; Caleb is a good passenger. Even if he doesn't fall asleep, he just sits quietly in there and gnaws on his fist.
If only Norah were also a good passenger. At this age, she hates being in a stroller -- any stroller. At the zoo on Saturday, we brought our regular double stroller thinking she'd get tired of walking and want to ride, but her tiny tush never so much as grazed the seat of that stroller. Instead, she was entirely happy to walk for 3 hours. If she still tolerated a stroller, I'd bite the bullet and buy the BOB Dualie, but as it is, I think it'd just be a $600 waste.