Ds1 doesn't hate it...yet (but I think he takes after me in sporting ability so he may yet learn to loathe it).
I hated PE. Absolutely hated it. I was a skinny little thing, with matchstick legs, totally unco-ordinated, couldn't catch, couldn't throw, couldn't run. I had to endure the weekly humiliation of team picking, left standing there while the teams fought over who didn't have me "oh we had moo last week - it's your turn." Hockey...they used to make me bully off (bully...good word) against this ox of a girl called Lisa Rogerson - she'd glower down at me and say "you just let me get it, OK?" I did. We used to play in the snow - the teacher would refuse to let us even wear our school jumpers - just little aertex shirts and short skirts - she had a big puffa jacket with a hot water bottle tucked inside it.
Rounders, netball, tennis...I hated it all. Thank the lord we had no country to cross, I would have hated that too. And communal showers...lonelymum, much sympathy. I was the only girl with no boobs and no pubes - total humiliation (I didn't start my periods til I was 16) - it was like walking into the lion's den walking into that shower.
The only sport I had any aptitude for was swimming - and any enthusiam for that was soon knocked out of me by a sadistic male swimming teacher who gave you two minutes to get dressed/undressed then got his jollies by going along the side of the pool drawing back all the cubicle curtains - whatever state of undress you happened to be in.
Uuuugh, I still shudder thinking about - I did an extra O' level in art simply because it meant I no longer had to do PE.
Thankyou for listening. That was very cathartic