anyone else here with aspergers dislike/hate gym?

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Haha, dodgeball was terrible. My strategy was just to run around in the back collecting balls and then giving them to the kids who could throw.

i'm so glad my PE teachers took pity on me, and let me just stay behind in the office, doing their paperwork for them.

With the exception of riflery, I hate sports in general.

I like knitting.

I liked running the track and systos, but when I had to play team sports... well, it's the reason I lack confidence to this day. I was ridiculed like hell.

I thoroughly hated it. I am so uncoordinated and so physically underdeveloped.

Team sports are the worst. You get ignored by your own team, and when you do get to do something, you mess it up, and everybody on your team gets mad at you. Picking teams remind you how bad you are.

Exercise is just torture. It's just painful, and never gets any easier.

Solo sports aren't as bad. Archery and bowling were kind of fun, though I was still pretty bad at them.

In my case I would say both good and bad, some sports like field-hockey/Bandy was ok but in general I was physically weaker then many others and my stamina has never really been good. Of course partly my own fault but I have asthma as well and it didn`t really help. Also my balance is far from great.

+1!

I actually like some individual sports (cycling, swimming, etc.). No predicting other people's actions and compensating accordingly. (Guess who got faked out almost effortlessly in team sports?)

I think sometimes I just wanted to move, but I didn't always look forward to "Gym Class." I was fairly out of shape in middle school and in a place full of people that made me feel uncomfortable. Then we had physical fitness tests. There was the one with the erasers in which they made two people race to pick them up and drop them. Everyone was aghast that I could run faster than all the other boys that were slim and fit. Seeming apparently capable, I was encouraged to do more sports.

Speaking hyperbolically I couldn't run a mile in 13 minutes for my life. Even the other 'nerds' were running in 9-12 minutes or so.

In football, if the ball happened to come close to me, I used to run in the general direction while waiting for those behind me to pass. I don't think it occurred to any of them that I didn't want anything to do with the thing. They just thought I was slow - which, of course, I was as well.

I dislike gym class, but I do like working out. I go running almost every day. (Not when I'm sick or have too much work or so).

I just don't like team sports and don't like sports like Badminton either.

PE / GYM class was tolerable. I didn't mind sports *too* much, wasn't my thing but gave it a go. Also played soccer and found my best position was as goalkeeper.

my life in 1979-1980 as a freshman boy in gym class

Oh the dreaded sound of the bell signalling not only 2nd period, but gym class---aghhh!! !
I can still feel that feeling of the dizzy daze as I pushed myself onto that gym floor. It felt like trying to penetrate a brick wall in order to attempt to engage in two things that were incredibly awkward for me---1. contact sports and 2. socializing. The gym lights were too bright and the noises echoing off the shiny block walls were torture. And there I was, a 6'1" freshman weighing a mere 141 lbs. And I was expected to participate in this rite of organized chaos.

But first, it was off to the locker room to put on those ultra-short gym shorts from the 70s---if you grew up then, you know what I'm talking about. And what about those tube socks we wore back then that came up to our knees? Then I put on my super clean white T-shirt and fell in behind the line of the boys onto the maple floor as a few girls filed out of their locker room to join us in this coed experience.

Then, that terrible whistle---tweet!! ! tweet!! ! tweet!!!--- ---STOP IT!! ! I HEAR IT!! !

"OK listen guys, it's basketball today." The coach barked.

Hmmm, basketball again? How original. It was basketball yesterday, and the day before, and the day before that. Why can't we go bowling? I hate basketball.

"Count off by two's!! !"

We all counted off as usual. The ones went over there, and we twos went over here. And then it happened as it always did. I felt the tingles of nerves spill down my spine as the coach opened his mouth to speak the dreaded:

"It's shirts and skins."

Oh please let the ones be the skins today and us twos be the shirts. I was so skinny and lanky, I didn't like taking my shirt off to go swimming, let alone this. When I was younger, it was different, but now?

"Ones are the shirts, and the twos are the skins!"

It's every single time. No matter what team I'm on, we're the skins! Why??? No wonder my gym shirt never needs washed---the coach won't let me wear it. Even when all the girls are on my team, we're still the skins. Why??? Why??? Why!! !???

Now I'm awkwardly fumbling around on the court wondering what to do. Now that I have the ball, now what? Make a basket. Ok. Time for a layup--- I missed. I didn't jump at the right time. Why's everyone rolling their eyes? Then don't give me the ball the next time---you keep it!

Then, after 40 minutes of torture, the coach blows the whistle. But it's not over yet. It's the shower---a communal shower---we're all together---except for the girls of course. Oh the agony.

"I'm turning the shower on!" the coach shouted.

I just want to get this over with as quick as I can. Why does the coach always stand in the shower entry watching us boys every time? He doesn't leave until we get dried off. Is he weird?

Once it's over, I watch the others fret over having to go to class. Their vacation of play is over. For me, my vacation is beginning---I'm leaving the gymnasium for English class.

I hated PE. In Y11 I started skipping it. I'm not the kind of person who skips lessons but it was honestly awful.
First off I'm terribly coordinated, I have dyspraxia, and from the warming up exercises (things like those weird twisty running things they do) I was just behind all the others. Occasionally, things like badminton or running would pull my grade up, but we spent all our time doing things like football and hockey and that was terrible. I'd kick and the ball would be a metre away. For about four years my best friend was in my class so I always went with her and that sort of protected me because she was good at sports. I remember staying after school for like two hours with her to practise tennis. I do like some sports, but PE was complete torture. I would trip over my own feet and the teacher would tell me to try harder.

I was actually physically attacked in high school gym several times. Aside from that the harassment never stopped. I learned not to bother taking a towel with me to the shower, by the time I got out it was always missing and I had to drip dry. I didn't remember until I had to start reviewing the past for diagnosis that I was clumsy. I still am, I suppose, but I just compensate and tune the fact out. I remember now that I was bad at all team sports.

What saved sports for me was discovering motorsports. Oddly, though I couldn't seem to figure the trajectory of a dodge ball, I found a natural talent for riding motorcycles and later for driving a car. Somehow when the closing speeds get up to 50 or 60 miles a hour my coordination and my ability to judge spacial relationships greatly improves.

I didn't like team sports at school because I was terrible at them.

This made me always assume that I would also be terrible at exercise and it wasn't until later in life that I realised they are two different concepts. Team sports always involve exercise, but exercise doesn't always have to involve team sports.

Doh.

Exercise all on my own is great. I can go as fast or slow as I want, with no one pressuring me or yelling at me or laughing at me. I enjoy working my body, and working up a nice sweat.

But team sports suck.

I always enjoyed the practice sessions far more than the actual games. Reason: in the practices, there was just one team and one ball. It was all co-operation and helping each other out. Then throw two teams in together without giving them each their own ball, and what have you got? Nastiness. Meanness. A fight for posession.

Yes, I realise this is the whole point of team games - fighting for posession of the ball, and scoring goals - but it's why I hate them. I don't like fighting people. I lack the aggression and competitive streak required. I lack the co-ordination and speed to be able to throw and catch well, and I am a slow person. I can't do things fast. I hate all the pressure and the fact that you're being timed. And I hate the whole concept of having a person assigned to shadow me and compete to get the ball off me as soon as it comes anywhere near us. I will always just step back and let them take it. I'm too scared to get in there and fight. Let them have it, not me.

So basically, my ideal team game would be:

-where there was just one team and one ball

OR

-where there were two teams, but each had their own ball, and both were peaceably scoring goals by themselves and leaving the other side alone. It could be like a race to see who could score the most goals in the least time, but without either side having to shadow or tackle anyone on the opposite team.

Does anyone else want to join my Aspie-friendly team?

I shall also need to invent a method whereby everyone gets picked at once, so that none of us have to be left standing at the end all alone, as the only person in the class that nobody ever wants to have on their team.