I LOATHED PE in all its forms.
The teachers were sadists, the changing rooms were a bullies' paradise, we were forced to go outside for PE in the freezing cold and rain and wet, slippery mud and forced to stay indoors in a stinking gym whenever the weather was actually nice.
You never ever got picked for anything that you even faintly liked or were a little bit good at, and had to either stand there like a lemon and watch the teachers' pets got all the coaching and praise, or be stuck at the back of the field somewhere being goal defence (or some other stupid title), so whenever your team scored you were nowhere near the action, and when the other team scored it was your fault.
The only thing I was ever good at was the trampoline, and we did that about once a term, if that, and you'd be lucky to get two goes. The rest of the time you had to stand guard around the trampoline and step nimbly out of the way of your classmate when they fell off it
Stupid bloody ball games and stupid bloody bats.
And what in God's name is the point of a medicine ball anyway?