My DCs school has a good variety of races and each class is broken down into groups of about 7-8 which spreads the competition and makes it less likely that A will inevitably win every race and B will inevitably lose. My dyspraxic child got placed twice with this system which wouldn't happen in bigger groups and a focus on pure athletics as was my experience of sports day...
I was SHIT at PE, so it was important to me to get my DCs active in different ways right from the start. We got into junior parkrun. DS is the smaller end of his class, but knowing he's an experienced distance runner of 2k and 5k and can run them in respectable times makes such a difference to his self esteem. Sport isn't defined by PE and athletics/ team sports. He has a pathway to physical activity for life. His dyslexia/ dyspraxia means he can't write his name accurately and he finds writing painful and slow and a huge effort to write something that is barely legible due to his letter formation and very phonetic spelling. Some days, getting out of the house for school uses up his resilience. Some children struggling with sports struggle elsewhere too. He is very self aware of his struggles but most of the time they are reasonably private, and he gets a long way on his verbal ability and general knowledge.
My experience of PE and sports days was of constant ritual humiliation. The last to be chosen for the team (always, always dorky friend 1, then dorky friend 2 then the crumpling realisation that it's Sudowoodo left over and your turn to put up with her). The flat ball. The substitute. Never given certain desirable positions. Taunted "lapped you, lapped you twice" Bollocked by the teacher who couldn't believe that I genuinely could not throw, catch or run so therefore wasn't trying.
Most of the time I took it with reasonable humour week in, week out. My mood did blow on a couple of occasions including sports day y2. I was the new girl, just moved 100+ miles, severed off from all my friends. Been in the school a couple of weeks at most and no support to make any friends, just plonked in the spare seat. I was put in the skipping race and presented with a skipping rope. I could not skip. The whistle blows. I tried. I tried again. I tried yet again. By this point all the other girls were finishing and I'm on my own flailing around with this stupid fucking skipping rope at the start. So I throw down the stupid fucking skipping rope and stomp off to the finishing line, the only child in front of 300 people. What happens at the finishing line? Any sympathy for the new girl who's just publicly demonstrated that she can't do something that's taken for granted? No. Oh no. They sent me off on my own to collect the fucking skipping rope to walk back up the fucking race track and back. Did it teach me anything constructive? Not at all. Most of my losses have faded into obscurity, but that one cut deep because of the lonliness and lack of support and the total failiure to acknowledge that I had tried my best in a situation that I could only fail in. (Incidentally about 10 years later I got chance to read my school record and that teacher who conceeded that she had only taught me for ONE day at the time of writing, went on to give a pretty damning character assasination, only one of 3 teachers that I had totally failed to get on with, the other being a particularly clichéd PE teacher and the other being a knob who was hated by staff and students alike
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I'm a good sport in adulthood. I can take losing in the mums' race after falling and rolling and pick myself up laughing and plough on, because I put myself there. I'm happy to be a very average for my category runner in a race because I'm in good company. I can keep the tail walker company at parkrun because everyone is just pleased to participate.
I don't have a problem with losing. I do have a problem with people being set up to fail, being left out on their own and being unsupported. I'm aghast that some children still get treated like crap in the name of sport as standards have generally improved a lot in the last 20-30 years.
It was mobile phone technology that taught me how to run. Much more effective than the bloody PE teachers.
PS I did learn to skip at 10... not so useful s skill in adulthood unless I'm prepared with the appropriate protective undergarments. 