My first ride was this summer after years of not being on a bike.
I hopped on and wobbled down the sidewalk. I walked across the street and wobbled to the park. I wobbled around the park a bit. Then it started to pour so I wobbled my way under a bridge to wait it out. I was more a wet noodle then a human body at that time, inside and out. I had to lean on the bike to stay upright. It was pathetic. I barely got going again after the rain ended. I weebled and wobbled home slowly.
I can walk for miles but the under three I rode killed me. I was sore for days.