Written by Grace Horlings  I’ve had a long day. My jeans feel too tight, my fingers are cold from the hollow cement rooms of the university, my neck hurts from being hunched over a computer, the assignment stress is catching up to me, and my stomach is growling, unable to be held over by the everything bagel with cream cheese I ate six hours ago. As I start my car and pull out of the parking lot with a sigh, I turn up the music dial to distracting decibels, playing one of the greatest hits of all time, Bruce Springsteen’s Born to Run. If this action wasn’t deplorable enough, as…