pe? i loved pe, me.
the smell of deep heat in the changing rooms. those clods of earth outside the sports block, curiously holey, having fallen off rugby boots on the way off the pitch. diving tackles onto rock hard soil in february. being utter rubbish at tennis. practicsing hitting hockey balls on tarmac, the reverberation up the stick as you struck unforgiving macadam still making your hands numb in double music afterwards. the smell of fresh cut playing field in may. genuinely nice and not the slightest bit pervey teachers, all known by their first names. never quite grasping cricket. friction burns from the sports hall surface after a basketball collision. 20 a side games of indoor volleyball. being slightly put off by the mist of young hormones on sports day. feeling the pain of going off too hard in the house 1500m 2nd round. never quite losing the sense of power that wearing hockey goalie armour gives you. loving those two hours a week when you could forget about homework and run about like a loon and have fun.

i loved pe, me.
(magictorch, Fri 20 Nov 2009, 16:00, 2 replies)

Hear, hear.
I wish there'd have been a GCSE in it when I was at School. Would've been the only subject I'd have got an "A" in...
(SonoraAeroClub "OH SWEET HELEN OF BALLS!", Fri 20 Nov 2009, 16:14, closed)

Ahh memories
I hated PE actually. But you get a click for conveying some of the memories of it so vividly (some of them, like the freshly cut field in May, also being quite pleasant!)
( Cloudane, Sat 21 Nov 2009, 1:28, closed)