None at the moment for me, Anto, but your tale brought back some happy memories for me.
Decades ago, I was battling a fatal prognosis levied by my doctors and mourning my inability to ride my previous long distances. I finally decided I could ride a neighborhod square made of four city blocks.
Those remain some of the best rides in my memory!
It isn't the distance, but the quality of the ride that counts, doing it. If you can, get out on the bike no matter how far. Sure glad you did, that's how memories are made!

All the best, Dan.