Thoughts and feelings

For the last two evenings, I was tired. I kept pushing myself to workout. While there are times, I feel I could go endlessly on treadmill and cycle,there are times like these too where its so difficult to get off the treadmill of inactivity.
With surprise bout of eneregy I managed to get out of the inactivity zone. Other times continuing an evening of exercise with next day morning cardio would seem unfair to the body. But this morning where I didnt even have to go exercise, the mornngs freshness just led me to the machine.
While thinking to drive the body to exercise takes so much, the feeling just gets serviced. When I read yesterday that writing goes throug while other arts of expression come from feeling, what would it be to write something without thinking?

Unlike a photo

If I were to look at photographs of the people, I am about to bring up, I do not know, if any of their features would have caught my attention as much.
Looking at a painting of Jacques Barzun, his jaw seems more likely to be in my memory for a while.
Looking at a lithograph of Hector Berlioz, with features of Robin Williams and a young time look of Abe Lincoln, its a good thing that someone didnt just shoot pictures of them, but got the essence of their appearance in different mediums.