Angela Quinton @aquinton@computerfairi.es

Would You Let This Cat Bully You

A preview of a little treat I’m getting myself

I like to dress powerfully when I travel

Pictured: me, having normal feelings about desiring to possess 390 pounds of bite force

The bandage on my knee is from the one noteworthy injury I sustained: I stumbled over one of the 75 million loose rocks on the trail between Bumble Bee Ranch and Gloriana Mine, and it was either "maybe sprain my ankle, ending my race" or "take it on the knee & hope for the best".

How it started / how it ended.

60K in 10:03:53 while repping #transrights. And that’s my first #BlackCanyon60k

#trailrunning #ultra

🌵🏃‍♀️⛰️

I’ve wanted one of these hats for six years.

On our way to package pickup and a panel with the elite runners. Trying to assuage my nerves with caffeine, which will certainly work.

This can go one of two ways.

Getting my feet wet on what will be the last 5K of the race course.

Last long run done. The race is a week from tomorrow. I think I'm ready to run 60k in the Arizona desert. #blackcanyon60k #ultratraining #trailrunning

I woke up to a surprise Valentine's Day / Lupercalia / Valloween gift from my wife Tandye – art of my character Lex. Looks like she was getting ready for a date when the unexpected(?) happened!

Yesterday I did my final serious speed workout in preparation for my 60km #ultra on Feb 19.

My goal was to maintain a steady pace for the first half, which is a steady 210m climb over 6 km, then hammer the downhill return at a pace that was fast, but sustainable for the duration. I crushed it.

I’m feeling really good about this. I might be in the best running shape of my life right now. I’m a creature of the woods but the desert agrees with me. #trailrunning #running

Oh my ride’s here

Me and the gang comparing bottom surgery results

Ghost at the gym. I started HRT in late 2017 and in short order it ate much of the (admittedly masc-looking) muscle I’d put on in 2016. After five years I am finally starting to feel powerful again, in a feminine way.

What the fuck? What the fuck what the fuck what the actual fuck. This is a total jam-up. I hate this!!!

Bus stop 2 does indeed have a set of stairs that lead up to a picnic area and a little wall, but nothing about hearts a-flutter or peanut butter…

I’ve turned around and am heading back to the parking lot. Here’s where the bird was. There’s a tram or bus stop up ahead…