I had no idea I would have so much fun playing with my kids and calling it P.E.
Today we grabbed my husband's Frisbee golf (Folf, in some parts of the country) discs and made up an impromptu game in the yard. We took turns calling the next "hole" on the Folf course and then had to run to our disc, wherever it landed. We got our blood pumping; we breathed in the cool, fresh air; we laughed together, encouraged each other, cheered each other on.
And it was part of our required schooling.