I know what you mean about the way it was taught.I didn't so much hate PE as I hated the way it was taught.
When I was young, PE served two purposes. One was extra training for the kids who were good at stuff and maybe would play on the school's teams. The other was to prepare us for boot camp. Most of us could count on being drafted and many of us could count on being sent to war. That's just how it was in the 60s, with Vietnam looming. PE was a little boot camp with formations and drills followed by practice in whatever sport was in season.
I was no good at all at any sport requiring proprioception, muscle memory, or eye-hand coordination. I wasn't wired for it. If someone had taken the time, I could have grown from a horrible athlete to an adequate athlete. Just a few minutes off to the side every few days would have done it but PE was really focused on the top 1/3 and the rest of us were along for the ride. Always being picked last, the disgust of the other students for having you on their team, ridicule by the coaches, all these things wear on you.
I could have been good at strength-based sports or track and field but I lacked any enthusiasm after being knoocked down for so long. Just a little encouragement would have done it but it wasn't the purpose of PE to lift the poor performer but to enhance the already good performer. Ah well.
Then we got into the locker room for mandatory nude showers. Yet another prep for the military. (This was long before the internet, tiny digital cameras, and pedophelia fears. Same sex social nudity didn't strike fear into anyone.) I wasn't circumcised - the only uncut person any of them had ever seen. None of them had even heard of the term and thought penises were naturally circumcised. More teasing and ridicule, just what I needed.
Solved that by retracting my foreskin and suddenly I looked "normal." But that meant other issues "came up" if I wasn't quick about that shower.
By the time my daughter got to high school, PE didn't really exist. The instructor had no real training for it. Classes were coed, showers were forbidden (nude or clothed) and no sports. All they did was kick or throw a ball around if they felt like it and walk around the track if they didn't. Gone from one extreme to the other.
In our school if you were good at it you got attention, if you weren't you got ignored, whereas in art, the art teacher gave equal attention to all kids.
I am a little younger than you late 70's early 80's.
I am no good at all at any sport requiring proprioception, muscle memory, or eye-hand coordination either. Some espies aren't wired for it, others who are may have poor fine motor skills, like an excellent hockey player who can't tie her boots fast enough and gets taunted by other team members.
I do know what you mean about the talented kids getting attention, it was in our school because they got in the teams and the schools had some kind of leagues so the not so sporty kids got cast aside.
I was always being picked last, yeah teachers weren't that great to me, except Mrs A who treated me like a human. One who ridiculed me said I always try on my report only because I craved to be good at it instead of nurturing my art.
Sorry about the track and field events.True, it wasn't the purpose of PE to lift the poor performer but to enhance the already good performer.
Oh the mandatory nude showers. Sorry you went through penis shame enough to adjust your anatomy.
PE should be enjoyable, the poor performers together exercising then they get the purpose of it, not the competitiveness ego driven thing just the chance to burn off energy.