Mere moments after she’d finally done it, finally won a marathon after so many tries, Janel Zick found herself seated on the cold, wet pavement on 300 East doing nothing more than trying to catch her breath. And there, all she could do is smile. She gave the spelling of her first and last name to event organizers and leaned back and looked up to the suddenly-bluebird sky and grinned a little more. Two hours and 56 minutes prior, Zick was at the start line at the Olympic Legacy Bridge, seeing flurries of snow fall from the clouds overhead.