In spite of a tropical storm gusting winds up to 30 miles per hour, ripping leaves from trees, and scattering branches across roadways, Geoffrey Smith was out for a run around the streets of Mattapoisett. When The Wanderer sat down with Smith at the library in Mattapoisett, he had just returned from that run undaunted by the weather. “Oh, it wasn’t bad at all,” he said with a smile.

Smith is no stranger to pushing himself to the limit both physically and mentally. For those who aren’t familiar with Smith, the most striking aspect of his personal story is likely to be his status as an Olympian athlete and two-time winner of the Boston Marathon. Yet Smith has also made several major course changes in his life.

As a young boy growing up in Liverpool, England in the ‘50s and ‘60s, Smith admits, “I hated school.” And so he left school behind and embarked on a career as a professional firefighter. By the age of 18, he was a member of the local fire brigade. “We trained for at least an hour every shift.”

Always physically active, Smith was playing soccer and running for pleasure, enjoying the challenge of both sports and a demanding career choice. “I did a few races…. I was pretty good,” he said of those early years running five to six miles at a go.

Smith said that in spite of his lack of affiliation with a sports club or school, he made the United Kingdom’s Olympic team in 1980, going on to win the 10,000-meter race in Crystal Palace, London. “I got a lot of respect from the other runners,” he said.

“There is no ‘Six steps to faster running,’” Smith said. At that point, he was running 100 miles a week “running hard.” He said that level of personal commitment for the elite athlete can’t be understated. “It’s a great deal of hard work.”

The win at the British trials catapulted Smith into the international sports spotlight where recruiters search for talent. “I had a choice to make – stay where I was on the fire department or go to America,” he said. After a successful decade as a firefighter, Smith accepted an invitation from Providence College in Rhode Island.

The once-reluctant student now framed his days to get the most he could from the education being offered and the chance to dedicate himself to running. “I never missed a class. I studied like crazy. My routine was run, study, eat, sleep. I earned a B.S. in business management.”And all while still running 115 miles a week and competing at all distances from 800 meters to 10 miles.

In 1983, Smith ran the New York Marathon with a respectable time, placing second at 2:09:08. His sights set on a win, he then ran the 1984 and 1985 Boston Marathons, winning both. These wins gave him the opportunity to return to the Olympics for the U.K., but fate would intervene. “I got sick.”

Illness would rob him of the opportunity to perform at the Los Angeles Olympics and keep him from even reaching the starting line for the Seoul Olympics trials when he would have represented the USA.

During those years, Smith continued to pursue his education, earning a Master’s degree in business from Providence College and later a teaching degree from the University of Massachusetts at Dartmouth. He married in 1985 and managed to balance his family life with his  continuing education and his running, continuing to compete in major racing events around the world.

In 1998 mononucleosis took its toll on Smith, along with the intense training he had subjected his body to. He needed to refocus and go back to basics. By 1990 he had decreased his mileage focus to 85 miles a week and speed.

Smith’s intense blue eyes speak to his character; whatever he pursues, he does so with focus and dedication, and when facing life-changing decisions his personal truth stands him in good stead. “I was injured…. I was getting older,” he said. “I was struggling to run.”

That pull of competition and challenging himself physically never completely abated.

Later while training for the 1992 Olympic trials, he fell during a run along Brandt Island Road, shattering his hip, along with that Olympic dream.

He’d spend a decade as a high achieving stockbroker, “But I really didn’t like it,” he shared.

Later he faced another crossroads when he decided to leave the world of finance and become a special education teacher. “I loved the students,” he said. A decade later when the school system faced financial hardship and support was cut from some special education staffing, Smith decided it was time to move on.

Today, Smith is once again recreating himself – and, he’s back to running.

“Life is survival,” Smith said waxing philosophical. After two hip replacements, he has returned to his sport. Of running today, he said, “I don’t run miles, I run minutes.”

“People worry about speed…. I want to go out everyday and run whether it’s thirty minutes or an hour…. I feel good and that makes me happy.”

Smith also views the injuries and illnesses that sidelined his elite running status through a lens of wisdom. “Accepting where you are at this point is important…. Don’t look back. Look forward with hope.”

Still running and just as passionate about his sport, Smith has organized a road race for his adopted hometown of Mattapoisett. “Putting on a race is a financial gamble,” he said, but Smith doesn’t shy away from challenges, even now.

On Saturday, November 11, the Veterans Day Road Race will debut. Visit www.mproadraces.com for information.

By Marilou Newell

*This version of the article contains various corrections on pertinent information relative to Smith’s career. Please note that Smith did not win an Olympic gold medal as stated in the printed edition of The Wanderer.

Name: Ryan McFee

Age: 41

How he came to Tri-Town: He was born and raised in Mattapoisett and is now a working artist based in New Bedford.

Favorite Tri-Town spot: Point Connett. “There’s a sandbar that comes up, and when low tide rolls in, there’s like a whole new beach there and no one’s ever on it – if you’re there, maybe one other person.”

Ever seen a celebrity locally? McFee bartends part time at The Inn in Mattapoisett, and he did serve Sam Waterston, but stops short of sharing specifics. “Let them enjoy their meal, you know?”

Ryan McFee: Making Art, One Day at a Time

By Jonathan Comey

Ryan McFee stands at the foot of an old New Bedford building, looking up at the 50-foot-tall creation he made.

It’s a mural depicting a Civil War-era African-American soldier pridefully, defiantly holding a silver handgun with his skeleton hand crossed across his body, the other hand open below a hovering red heart. There’s a base version of the same theme in his studio, blocks away, at 1/100th of the size.

Although any observer would be wowed both by the impact of the image and the ‘how did they do that?’ factor, McFee says, “Unfortunately, it’s not my best work.”

“I really need to get back up there.” He details the ways he wants to improve the image – the hat is too small, and he’s heard from the City that they don’t like the use of the gun, and you can see that this artist’s mind never rests.

McFee grew up in Mattapoisett, and once he got to Old Rochester Regional High School, where his father Rory was a well-known coach and teacher, he had a pretty clear goal that had absolutely nothing to do with art. He was to play hockey.

“I was in the art room a lot in high school, but I really didn’t think anything of it,” he said. “I was really focused on sports.”

McFee played collegiate hockey at Suffolk, and in his senior year he took Introduction to Oil Painting as an elective. He lived above a frame shop in the North End of Boston and decided to get some of his class work framed to hang on his wall.

“So he said, ‘Do you paint?’ and I’m just saying ‘No, this is just stuff from a class,’ but he was excited. ‘You should paint this stuff around the North End!’ and he kind of kept hounding me about it, and eventually I did it.”

And when two of his paintings sold, a career was born.

“I just kind of kept doing it,” said McFee, wearing a backwards baseball hat with the logo of CCM hockey equipment emblazoned on it. “I realized, ‘This is all I want to do,’ and I’m going to do it until I can’t do it anymore.”

He’s been doing it since then and relocated from Boston to the warmth of New Bedford’s art scene.

McFee’s downtown New Bedford art studio is a work in its own right. It’s a huge space and there is something cool to look at in every direction – from finished art to handsome clutter. McFee’s work area is in a corner, and there’s so much stuff going on there that only the artist himself can completely make sense of it.

There’s a small office in the middle that feels a bit like a DJ booth, and McFee always has some good music flowing to keep the artist’s mind free.

It’s clear from looking at McFee’s studio walls or browsing through his sold works on Instagram that McFee’s style is “anything goes.” There’s realism, there’s surrealism, there’s fun, there’s dark, and overall there’s a sense of the artist at work – with an emphasis on work.

“Yeah, it’s all over the map. I don’t think you could say a couple of words that sum it up,” McFee said. “Maybe by the time I’m eighty, it’ll be narrowed down, but not now. I’m constantly trying new things.”

He keeps his studio/gallery open six days a week, and there’s a pretty steady stream of traffic. He gets a lot of young artists during the day from the UMass Dartmouth program around the corner, hanging out, using the studio as the backdrop for artistic pics and ideas. While he tries to work, he doesn’t get a whole lot done during open hours and does the majority of his work – paid and for pleasure – at night.

While McFee is comfortable painting small, detailed figures on wood or large landscapes on stretched canvas, his true love can be found writ large on the sides of buildings.

“Those are my best days, just going on a wall and painting, whether with a friend or myself,” he said. Frequently working with Todd Woodward, another ORR grad who now plies his trade in Brooklyn, he has done several large scenes at the request of local businesses or groups, and has been at the forefront of the growing local street art scene. But the bulk of his paid work comes in the form of commissioned art. Sometimes it’s friends, or friends-of-friends, sometimes it’s through social media, and sometimes it’s strangers passing by.

“I try to keep it in my style as much as possible,” he said. “It works out.”

He gestures to the large painting on the wall high above his workspace, a very specific request from an off-the-street buyer. It’s a mountain lion defending her cubs, with various oddball details in the background that the buyer described very specifically (and eccentrically).

He shrugs. All in a day’s work for a working artist.

“What keeps me going is the commissions,” he said. “If I don’t feel creative, or if I don’t want to do something, well, I have to. So that’s that. If I was a teacher or if I was a plumber, I’d go to work to get the job done. So I try and approach it the same way.”

It’s not easy, but it’s a labor of love for sure.

“I pay the rent, but it’s month to month and it’s a struggle,” he said. “I have months where I’m a hero, and I have months where it’s ramen noodles. Sometimes you’re just like ‘Please, come in and buy something!’ I’ve got to make money off my art. You have to sell just to have a roof over your head, and that’s kind of a challenge.”

“But you know what?” McFee says. “When things get tough, that’s when you get creative. It lights a fire under you, and sometimes that’s when you do your best work.”