Monday, seven in the evening, and we are at the door of an abandoned garage in Cais do Sodré. The night reaches inside, with just a few coloured LED lights to pierce the darkness. Within minutes we have a clean version of Fight Club (1999), minus the blood or Brad Pitt, with boxing gloves and a French accent. On the wall is written “Who the Fuck is Guilty”. “The idea is to sweat out the weekend’s tequila shots and start the week fresh!” says one of the founders of Guilty Mondays, a concept from the Who The Fuck is Henry collective. “Clean the body and clean the soul” continues the Frenchman who, like his accomplices, introduces himself only by nickname. There follows an hour and 15 minutes of exercise, with warm up, boxing techniques and cardio-boxing. Everyone pairs up when the music stops, and the only sound is the impact of the gloves against flesh. Gautier, the coach, gives advice, corrects postures, promotes enthusiasm. “At the end of class people are finished,” he says. The Guilty Mondays members are mostly women paying €15 per session. In the last month, training has moved to a new location, the old GNR base in Arroios.
Quartel de Santa Bárbara (Arroios). €15/class, €60/pack 5 lessons, €100/pack 10 lessons. Instagram sign up @guilty.mondays