Reminds me of Jr high school.
We had a coach, Coach Gavin. A grizzled old Marine and we would be outside in snow, snow on the track running laps. Come on ladies it is not cold out here....he wore a huge parka. We has red shorts and a tank top shirt with the school name on it that was full of holes.
I do remember never getting sick however.
Fast forward about 2 years and I am in high school. He comes up and goes into "gym" class. This class was run by a very mentally ill man. The football coach. All the foot ball players on one side, and all us freshmen on the other. We played "dodge ball". But not with those soft red rubber balls, we played with volley balls, likely over inflated. I saw bleachers split, the divider between the boys side and the girls side get a volley ball sized hole in it. And this sick fuck just sitting there smiling. We did this EVERY DAY. As in EVERY DAY, never anything else, suit out and up on the basket ball court. You could advance to the free throw line to launch your attack.
Coach Gavin came in and put a hard stop to that. And that coach was gone, now mind you this was 1979-ish. After that we ran laps, played tennis and flag football, volley ball, basically everything that "gym" is suppose to be. Most of the football players dropped the class.
I know of only one kid that got really hurt with an orbital socket fracture from this guys little game.