My school PE lessons were a ritual of torture and humiliation. Especially at secondary school.
There was far too much emphasis on team sports, with the two best in the year being allowed to pick their own team members from the rest of us. Every single lesson, and itt was always the same two or three of us who were not wanted and last to be picked.
I also hated competitive team sports because I was one of the weaker links in the team. I would have been far more suited to a personalised cardiovascular workout regime in the gym that I could enjoy and do just for me. That wasn't available though and we were all told that if we couldn't play sports well as part of a team then we would be useless in later life. All bollocks, but it had a big effect on many of us who were less than sporty.
Hockey and netball in the freezing cold and snow in just skimpy t-shirt and shorts/gym knickers were normal, as was the dreaded cross country running.
Afterwards we were given hardly any time to change back into our school uniform, plus the dreaded communal showers where you had to strip off naked in front of everyone to walk through the showers, which usually only ran cold.
If not fully dressed in the (literally) 30 seconds we had left after that then we would be turned out of the changing rooms in just pants and socks, struggling like mad to get our school blouses, skirts and jumpers on while the rest of the school were running around.
Apparently it was "character building" for us. I gave it up as soon as I could get away with it. We weren't supposed to, but during my public exam years it simply didn't creep onto my timetable and the school didn't spot the error (theirs) until I was just about to go on study leave. By then it was too late, but I certainly hadn't been minded to point it out to them during that time. 😉
I have no fond memories of secondary school PE lessons at all.