That author again

MM 2010 is still painfully etched into my memory. A sub3 result but for the moment I prefer to bury the memory.
So back to Lee Child and his latest offering 'Worth Dying For', following his standard award-winning formula of a one-man nuclear bomb named Jack Reacher. The author has made indications that Australia could be a possible location for a Jack Reacher thriller; certainly one to look forward to.
I do like picking at the text when running is a sub-subject, to wit page 116 as Reacher is pursued by a murderous SUV:

'He turned around, slow and cautious. Nothing to the east. Nothing to the west. But three hundred yards due north was the bramble thicket he had noted before.....
'The thicket was the place to go.
Three hundred yards for Reacher. Slow as he was, maybe sixty seconds.
A thousand yards for the truck. Fast as it was , maybe seventy seconds.
A ten-second margin.
No brainer.
Reacher ran.
He came up out of his crouch and started pounding away, stiff clumsy strides, arms pumping, mouth open, breathing hard. Ten yards, twenty, then thirty. Then forty, then fifty. Far behind him he heard the sudden muffled roar of an engine. He didn't look back. Just kept on going, slipping and sliding, feeling painfully slow.
Two hundred yards to go.
He kept on running, maximum speed. He heard the truck behind him all the way. Still muffled. Still comfortably distant. But moving fast. Revving motor, whistling belts, sucking air, juddering springs, pattering tyres.
A hundred yards to go.
He risked a glance back. Clearly the truck had gotten a late jump. It was still further away than it might have been. But even so it was gaining handily. It was coming on fast. It was an SUV, not a pick-up. Domestic, not foreign. GMC, maybe. Dark red. Not new. A high blunt snout and a chrome bumper the size of a bathtub.
Fifty yards to go. Ten seconds. He stopped twenty yards out and turned in place. Faced south. He stood still, panting hard. He raised his arms level with his shoulders.
"Come and get me"'

So Reacher is depicted by the author Lee Child as running three hundred yards in about 60 seconds. This equals 274.32 metres per 60 seconds, or one metre per 0.2187 seconds, or 400 metres per 87 seconds, or one kilometre per 218.7 seconds, or 3:38 per km.

So now after all this typing I have to admit that 3:38/km pace might be in the realms of possibility for Reacher over 274 metres or 300 yards, notwithstanding his weight of about 240 US pounds....but only just in the realms of possibility. And fifty yards at that pace does correlate with ten seconds as published in the text above.

So another three weeks of shoulder nursing left courtesy MM 2010 and I may feel like extrapolating on that one.