Having a full kit is both a pleasure and a pain. All in one load is convenient, but also can be a large package to tote around. Plus highly noticeable/conspicuous. If there's a lot of people milling around you should be reasonably fine and safe. It's the quieter less inhabited spots that are likely to be more troublesome for a lone female. Never be afraid to arm yourself with some form of deterrent (pepper spray etc) at the ready and screw the written law. Personally I lean towards more of the weaponized method (retractable baton, a walking stick or similar) but that requires proper training and expertise to be proficient with) and there are the concealed weapon issues in our wonderful judicial system. Some form of self-protection is always advisable though. For anyone.
Case in point:
During a post race day relax time last weekend, my photographer friend and I drove into Edmonton as she is a devotee of special tea concoctions (and also full vegan persuasion) and is winning me over with several of her favorite beverages so I always enjoy driving her to any of her vendors. She operates out of a large truck and camper combo so city traffic in tight spots is a royal pain for her rig and I always unhook my truck from the toy hauler so it's way easier to get around in should a supply or fuel run be necessary for anyone. Of course, there are always the usual street types on a busy late Saturday afternoon to contend with while walking. Now naturally I'm always on the alert for suspicious or weird types, and she's a black belt in BJJ so we aren't really the typical old fart and small pretty lady on the sidewalk, but you never really know. I have this habit of making myself the defensive barrier between myself and harms way of my friends/companions when in public, and when doing that Saturday she stopped me and asked why I was blocking for her. I just replied "old habits die hard". She laughed and shook her head "not necessary, really. I can look after myself." Which is certainly true, but I just told her "that's how I roll, just what I do". And wouldn't you know, less than a minute later some really wild and crazy looking dude walking like Clyde the orangutan from Every Which Way But Loose was making a real a-hole presence at an intersection we were needing to cross. Tense moment when our eyes locked and I thought there was going to be a nasty confrontation but maybe my body language or firm look worked and he turned the other way and wandered right out into the traffic. Anett looked at me and said "What the f*** was that?" I just shrugged and said "I guess we weren't quite his type of target." She answered back "Well you did something, I could feel it and you weren't even looking at me..." Maybe I've just got the
pi$$ off stare down to a science...

Moral of the story is do NOT make yourself appear like an easy victim. Don't be outwardly aggressive, but absolutely do not be timid or look afraid. Walk with purpose and never slouch. Be firm but not outwardly angry if you can help it. Even be "nice" and don't confront a suspicious character unless you have no choice. Always look ahead for a path of little or no resistance, and not down at your feet. Find another path around or away from them without offering a reason to chase you down. That invokes predatory instincts, just like with a wild animal. Because that's really what these types are.
But back to the racing activity. Bike ran like a champ as always, and after a hellacious windy practice day on Saturday, things did work out OK for my riding and my times did improve somewhat. What with the crazy gusts and intermittent and unpredictable crosswinds it was hard to really push the limits safely. Then Sunday morning I had a brain fart and didn't realize the races were running ahead of schedule and I mistook the warning horn for a group ahead of me and missed the grid for the first race. S**t! The afternoon race I wasn't taking any chances on missing the call and was one of the first to grid at the start line. When the lights went out the guy in front of me had a problem and stalled his bike and in the ensuing chaos I ended up dodging multiple riders and ended up in the very back of the pack coming out of the first corner. But we all goth through without incident and I managed to make up several positions as the race progressed. Didn't get anywhere near the front runners (there are some really quick ones in our pack) but I was happy with making up the ground and managed a personal best time on my second last lap. Nothing to write home about but progress is progress and I'll take it. My main goal is to finish with no scuffs or broken parts with the rubber side down still. And that is working out fine for me.