It was bound to happen

Present day:

So it turned out that I wasn’t dead, just transported to some really freaky world. But as time went on I managed to settle down in a little town known as Ponyville. The first few days the librarian, who was now a princess or something, gave me shelter and even managed to find me a job. At first ponies would always stare at me and give me weird looks due to my difference from them but soon they forgot about me being different and I became a regular part of society.

The job was heavy labour though it was nothing I wasn’t used to. I was a brick layer to be exact and that was generally something that unicorns did due to their magical abilities. They pay was great, 16 bits an hour, and the boss wasn’t a real hard-ass like my boss back on earth.

My day became a regular routine again: Up at 4:30am, jog until 7:30, work until late then hit the gym. Unfortunately ponies didn’t have my type of weights so I was forced to improvise but soon created my own set of dumbbells and a bench-press to stay in shape.

Sure I missed my family and friends but it wasn’t bad here: there were no wars, little violence… okay so it was kind of shunned upon to eat meat around ponies but that wasn’t a huge enormous problem.

Now the date was now March 29th 2013, just over three years after my arrival. It was spring time and all the snow was gone.

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I awoke as my alarm started going off. It was Friday morning, about time it was Friday because this week just seemed to drag on forever. I groaned to myself and set my hand down on the snooze button, silencing it for the moment. I rolled over in my bed. My house was small but it didn’t bother me. I had two bedrooms, one of which I converted into my exercise room, a washroom and a kitchen that was mixed into the living room.

I got up out of bed and made sure to turn off my alarm before leaving my room. I did a little stretch then opened my fridge. I mouthed my tongue around as my stomach grumbled for something solid.

It was really amazing, since my diet had begun to lack meats I had found it easier to keep my torso in better shape. I no longer had to work as hard to keep my abs in shape and that gave me about twenty minutes that I was able to work out in another region of my body.

I grabbed some orange juice and poured myself a glass. I slurped it back then proceeded to the washroom. After relieving myself and brushing my teeth I grabbed my watch from the bathroom counter and slipped it on.

I had my usual set of clothes, which Rarity had to make for me due to the fact that I was much larger than most ponies, both height wise and muscle mass. I was wearing my white t-shirt with blue jeans and white socks.

I looked to my watch, 4:27am, right on time. I began to turn off the lights in my house then as I began to leave I slipped on my black steel toed work boots and grabbed my jean jacket, slipping it on as I left the house.

I began my morning jog about one minute early which made me smile. I always liked to be early. The morning air was cold and fresh, the sun was still down but the moon was gone and it was still dark out. Lamp posts illuminated the semi dark streets.

I continued my jog and could see my breath. No-pony was ever on the streets at this time in the morning, probably due to it being so damn early. My hands felt a little chilly and the jean jacket didn’t do all that much in the terms of keeping me warm but at the same time I wouldn’t really want to be jogging around without it.

As time progressed through the morning the sun began to rise but only just slightly. The lamp posts flickered off as the morning sun rose ever so slowly over the horizon, giving off a warm feeling to the morning. Mist was on the grass, gleaming in the sunlight as I passed by the front lawns of several local residents.

I checked my watch, it was still only 5:30am so I wouldn’t really be seeing any-pony for at least another twenty minutes or so. Generally the mail pony comes by at around a quarter to six and there are some early morning risers.

I stopped for a moment to tie my boot laces which had come undone. Now people will say it’s not wise to jog in boots but when I take my boots off I always feel lighter.

“Morning Ron” called out a familiar and friendly voice. I looked over my shoulder to the local day spa to see Aloe… or maybe it was Lotus. It was the blue one with the pink hair. You know after three years you’d think that I’d be able to remember her name but I was always too embarrassed to ask, figuring she might get mad or something.

“Morning ma’am” I replied back, I always addressed her as ma’am rather than by her name just in case I did get it wrong. She quickly trotted up to my side as I stood up. She was roughly just above my waist line if she stood to her full height. I suppose she was just about the size of a Great Dane, but prettier. “Beautiful morning” I told her and she nodded.

Okay so I guess I lied a little bit. About two years ago when I started to become more accepted into society Lotus, or is it Aloe, began to come outside early in the mornings and wave to me as she did whatever it was she did at this time of the morning.

“Mind if I tag along?” she asked and I shrugged.

“Sure, why not” I replied and we began to jog together down the streets of Ponyville. About a year ago I had started going to the spa once a week on Fridays to have them massage my back which was generally sore from work. They were always so nice and polite. I’d always be serviced by the blue one unless she was sick and we’d constantly engage in small talk.

About this time last year I had stopped to time my boot laces and she trotted down to ask if she could tag along. I figured it would be nice to have some company during my early morning jogs and just like that we began to jog together starting at around 5:30am.

She’d usually only go until 7:00 though, due to the spa opening, leaving me to finish my jog alone but I always enjoyed her company.

I always slowed my jog down to a brisk pace so that we could talk easier. “So what’s new?” I asked and she shrugged.

“Nothing much really… just the same old” she told me. She had a heavy European accent that sounded like it was French but I wasn’t sure. “How about you?” she asked and I thought about it.

“About the same as you I guess. Nothing really exciting” I replied as we jogged around a street corner. We continued to converse about little things: the mayor, spring time, the fresh air in the mornings, stuff like that.

“So are you coming to the spa tonight?” she asked and I nodded.

“Yeah… just after work. My back has really been bugging me lately” I told her and she nodded happily.

“Do you have the time?” she asked and I looked to my watch.

“Six fifty-seven” I told her. ‘Jeeze time really flies’ I thought to myself. She gave me a nod then began to trot back to the spa like she always did. I quickly turned my attention back to my morning jog. She was such a nice pony.

I kept jogging until my watch beeped, informing me it was time to get my ass to work.