Wow, this thread has brought back harsh memories. I was a skinny musical brainbox kid in a backwoods Canadian town in the mountains, where all people cared about was sporting prowess, preferably in games in which you could mash the opponent. Running did not count as a real sport because no blood was spilt.
Well, PE was the only class in which I could not get A's all the time, but I deduced that if I did not miss a lesson, I would get B's, which was pretty much the case. But every class was humiliation, I was an introvert, and un-coordinated, so screwed up regularly in sports with balls, sticks and racquets. Having to walk a mile and back to school - at altitude - I was a terrific runner, but it didn't count, except to get me away from the bullies who tried to beat me up from time to time.
I left town for good the day after my graduation, with a fist full of scholarships and an axe to grind. The rest, as they say, is history. The bullies are now overweight couch spuds who could not run me down in a month of Sundays.
Happy days!
DC