The black leggings hugged her body, unlike her long white t-shirt. You could see through it, just slightly, so she had on a tank top under it. Georgia foot lifted off the ground and soon her leg was in the air. Her foot moved forward and hit a punching bag. Soon her foot returned to the ground and she did the same thing with her other leg. Back and forth she went till she wanted to give her legs a brief break and used her fists to hit the bag. It was dark outside, but it wasn't night. When she had arrive it was 4 am, but now it was about 6. Teaching at the University as well as working on her next novel she was a busy person.
Georgia never really dressed up or put make up on, never had a reason to. She didn't grow up with fancy clothes or make up. Yes, maybe she came off a bit more tom boyish but she definitely had the curves of a woman. With a slight jump to the air Georgia spun counter clockwise and kicked the bag. Her hair was pulled up into a pony tail, which swayed side to side revealing the barcode tattoo on her neck. She stood still for a moment to catch her breath before grabbing her water bottle. Taking a few sips, before she moved to get another bag and positioned it across from the other bag. She did this so that one foot could hit one and then the other could hit the other bag among other combos.