When I first started riding bikes, again, in my late 20s, I kept detailed records of my rides. I didn't just note down time and mileage, I wrote ride descriptions and weather conditions, etc., in my little pocket journal. At the end of the year, I tallied up total mileage, road mileage, mountain bike mileage, and roller mileage, along with hours involved in each type of riding.
As time went by, I lost my passion for record keeping. I entered less and less information in my journal, and found that I would occasionally forget to enter a ride altogether. Eventually, I just stopped keeping up with that kind of stuff, altogether.
Recently, I was moving books around on the bookshelf, and I found my first little pocket journal with my bicycling exploits entered into it. I was pretty amused at some of the distances (Did I really consider 4.5 miles a bike ride?), and it was funny to see bicycling through my newbie eyes. Everything was a challenge, and everything was new.
No wonder I kept records of it all. It all seemed so strange and exciting!
Now, I occasionally feel that I am fighting against the mundane aspects of riding. I renewed my passion for pedaling, a few years ago, by riding fixed-gear almost exclusively. It gave me new skills and techniques to learn and work on.
Then, I started the daily bike commute...reverted to rigid mountain bikes...started riding 29er mountain bikes...dabbled with monstercross bikes...and I keep a blog (and write these stories) in place of all the bookkeeping.
One of the wonderful things about cycling is that, if it starts to seem old-hat, there is always another facet on the jewel which will glint in the sun, if you look at it from another angle.